"Yeah, well," Jason said with a jerky shrug, "Someone had to." Not that Gotham lacked for vigilantes, but this had started in his corner and he was going to keep fulling on the thread of it until the whole operation unraveled. Maybe Gotham wasn't a great place to raise kids, strictly speaking, but it damn well was not going to be part of their little World War Two recreation fantasy.
His reflexes were good, but he was still a hair too slow, either to keep from ducking the spray of bullets, or at least not having someone push him out of the way. Fury roared in his ears right along with the bullets, but at least it could be directed out at the common enemy for now.
"Oh, yeah, these guys are fitting right in with the rest of the local nightlife, they should invite Two-Face over for a house-warming," Jason had to mutter as they started spewing the usual threats about their inevitable triumph, surrendering now and groveling at their feet, blah blah. Really, he got that talk from the no-tier thugs that populated the streets in the Narrows; he only shared a long-suffering look with the Spangled Captain in question, which meant that apparently this was a thing they'd been doing back in the day, too.
That was all the time any of them could spare, being that at least one part of the statement was true; they were rapidly being surrounded by heavily armed combatants, and that shiny shield could only face in one direction at a time. "I vote you use the shield for cover and we rush them," he said. "If this place is like the others, all the important assholes are in with the equipment. And you know what the say about snakes and heads."