Carrie was fortunate. There was so much litter on the floor that as soon as the Joker's gun had gone off, all she had to do was scramble behind a box or a body. "Missed me, asshole," she whispered in a low growl that was too quiet for anyone but her partners to hear.
On any other bust, Carrie wouldn't have listened. Her temper was too short and she didn't like hiding while the hero took care of the bad. The Joker had done too much; she didn't want to just sit around and let Bruce and Dick get in some punches while she played dead. Carrie inhaled deeply and gripped the edge of a box, ready to pull herself up and sprint toward the Joker.
"Stay down, Robin." Batman's voice was in Carrie's ear. She glanced up suddenly, looking around for him but not spotting him in the shadows. Her eyes were narrowed, and it looked as though she was about to fight. And then, just as suddenly as her annoyance came, it went.
"Fine," she whispered back sullenly, keeping her focus on Nightwing and the Joker but standing her ground. Carrie would play the lookout and wait until someone called her in, which she knew was unlikely.