Harley Quinn. Bruce recognized her immediately. Did that mean the Joker was nearby? No, he should still be in Arkham. Bruce had several alerts set up to tell him immediately if there was an escape. Hopefully, this meant she was working solo. Her whimsical nature made her a little less dangerous. Maybe this was just a simple robbery...
As she raised the gun, he forced himself to stand and take it. Let it hit him, not the crowd behind him. It had a strangely wide barrel. Not a bullet? As the net closed around him, some of the tension went out of his body as he finally understood. It was a kidnapping. Good. He could work with that.
First priority, get away from the civilians. That meant getting kidnapped as quickly and smoothly as possible. Unless Zee was able to— no, he saw her fall out of the corner of his eye. Damn.
"Alright, miss, I give up," Bruce babbled at Harley, holding up his hands in submission as best he could while wrapped in the net. "I'll come along—-well, I'll hobble along, I can't really walk in this net—-but we can go. At least, I assume we're going? Or we can stay if you like. There's lots of champagne, and we can bake another cake for you to burst out of. That was quite dramatic, by the way. Are you with the theater?"