"He'll be listening..." Jason drawled into the comms, his voice crackling darkly through his helm's modulator.

Tonight was the night. And so far, everything was going according to plan.

The Arkham Knight leaned forward, elbows propped on the control panel as he observed a myriad of monitors surveying ACE Chemicals. At any moment Bruce would arrive and attempt to extricate the workers. Of course he would. Jason was ready, having already mapped out every possible solution ahead of time.

A creak from the door as someone entered pulled his attention away from the cameras. What now? No one was supposed to be bothering him, militia or not.

"What? What do you want?" Jason gritted out irritably, "Why aren't you at your post?"