A chill runs through the young hero's veins. She wants to protest - but without more tools, she has to admit they can't take that thing down. All they can do for now was escape it.

She swallows the bitter taste of what persists in feeling like cowardice, nodding as she moves to shift into running position. Some hero she's been since getting here. Maybe this is why Batman's always ignoring her.

"On the count of three?"