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It didn't take long for Batman to call in backup once he noticed he couldn't win this fight alone.
The enemies weren't strong but they were a lot. Like, an army a lot. And somehow never ended.
The first answer came from Robin who was already close by, followed by Red Robin, Spoiler and Orphan. Nightwing arrived with Signal shortly after.
Signal was not happy to be out at night-time… "Where is Hood?" He complained. This could end faster with Jason.
"B!" Red Robin used his ear piece, "They won't stay down- their like…" Tim narrowed his eyes at his enemies, "…undead"
Oracle stammered for a second before calling Red Hood. The enemies weren't alive. Just what she needed, literally. "Batman, do you approve Therapy for Hood?"
Spoiler snickered, "I'm not sure if Hood going to therapy will help us at the moment"
Batman watched just another pale looking person get up and sighed. "Approved, they are not alive"
Just in time, Jason picked up the phone. "Yes, Babs?" Oracle muted the comms of the active vigilantes. "Jason come in! Batman confirmed, these enemies are NOT alive. Weapons free"
Jason was already switching his guns for the real ones.
Barbara added "Codeword: Therapy"
And that was his cue. "ETA five- no, two minutes" Jason turned into a short-cut.
"Hood is on his way" Barbara announced. Duke sighed in relive, he had homework to do.
"Great!" Nightwing was somehow in the air, jumping from enemy to enemy, on their heads. Cass did not want to ask why and how he was giving these people- zombies? brain injuries. If they had one that is.
A wing-ding flew through the area, hitting a couple zombies and making a circle like a boomerang and returning to Dick, who caught them in a mid-air flip.
"Show off…" Tim muttered. It went unheard thanks to an explosion, burning the hoard of zombies. "Need help?" Jason had a rocket thrower on his shoulder.
Where did he even get a rocket thrower?
"Little wing!" Dick waved at his brother. "'Sup, Dickface?" Jason waved back and launched another rocket at the zombies. "That almost hit my face!" Stephanie yelled at him without looking at his direction. She was busy punching down zombie-people.
Jason shrugged and put the launcher down on a half blown up rock. "Fine" And he launched in the mass, firing his guns at any enemy on his way. He elbowed on trying to sneak from his back in the head hard, hard enough for the head to squish down and the zombie to fall down.
It didn't get up.
Jason felt himself relax, smiling under his helmet. This felt so refreshing.
In the next face crunching punch, he imagined Jokers face. The next one was a disappointed Bruce. And the next one was Penguin. This felt so good.
Upon emptying hid bullet, Jason pulled out a knife from his pocket to slice his way a little through. The "blood" was not red, so a good sign for him really.
There was not a lot left to the other bats with how fast Jason was taking them down. At some point, he was snatching zombies away from the others to beat them down in the ground.
Stephanie and Tim quietly walked to the side, sharing a worried look. "Yup, therapy for Jason Todd meant punching his anger out. And apparently Nightwing, who was zapping the undead to death was no better.