Hammer and Sickle - Soviet relics of a sort. Born conjoined twins and treated as a sideshow exhibit until they were recruited and separated at the behest of the Joker. Bruce had faced them numerous times over the years though they weren’t present during all of the Clown Prince’s capers. It was rare to see them together like this and that sickly green glow didn’t bode well for the two madmen and it boded even worse for the three of them, worst of all for anyone outside. Jim there are chemically enhanced combatants in here. By my estimates they are twice the size of Bane and potentially as strong as Wonder Woman. Gotham PD isn’t equipped to transport these kinds of threats but Metropolis has heavy enough trucks to do it.
Clark’s town tended to have nastier baddies than Bruce’s and it used to be that the Bat was a good enough deterrent to keep people from making shit like this but it was always the Joker that stirred the pot and dumped the steaming lot of it all over the place! Dodging the first swing he was almost caught by the sickle on the return swing but he mantled over the flat of it sticking a gray brick of something to the blade as he launched himself away and Roy floated the gruesome twosome off the floor. Bruce took the opportunity to magnetize the sickle to the other brother’s hammer and glue them together in a metallic goo leaving the Abramovichi brothers stuck together at the hips and gradually stuck in a doughy ball with just their heads sticking out - it wasn't borscht, but it was just as unpleasant to taste. “They’re not communists, they’re ex-circus performers.”
Dick was starting to figure it out, and soon he would know why Bruce never relaxed when things got quiet - it was always, ALWAYS the calm before the storm. And every time without fail, the next storm was worse than the one that came before it. “He never stays in Arkham for long." Things were about to get very interesting and Bruce wasn't a fool. This was extremely unlikely to stay in Gotham.