The gun had gone off and the little hairs on the back of Carrie's neck stood on end. It wasn't the fear of being shot, though that was there behind all the adrenaline. It was more the worry of her husband being severely injured. Jason and Cass were already in the hospital. The last thing Carrie wanted was for Dick to join them. But she didn't react. Not like she wanted to. As the shot went off and Dick made a run for the Joker, Carrie's hand balled into a tight fist. She slammed into the nearest thug and swooped down for a solid chunk of pointy wood in one swift movement.
There was a guy with a gun. A few guys with guns, actually, and Carrie figured that if she couldn't be taking on the Joker, she might as well disarm his more capable henchmen. Carrie brought down the wood onto one guy's wrist. The gun he'd been holding went off but didn't hit anything but floor. It took a few seconds to knock him out and kick the gun away. She heard more shots going off not too far from her and ducked out of the way. "What?" She shouted from behind a half broken box, "Is the bright yellow cape and fire engine red vest not a big enough target for you guys? Lamest henchmen ever." There was a lull in the shooting as the guys reloaded. Carrie took this as an opportunity to move from her hiding spot. She threw the wood chunk at the nearest of the men and almost smiled when it hit. He had a huge splinter suddenly stuck in his shoulder. His gun was forgotten.
A bullet whizzed by her face, missing her narrowly, and Carrie glared. She took her line gun from her belt and shot it up into the rafters. "Missed me," she said as she swung into the thug and sent him tumbling.