The Bat had been flying in the BatMule, looking for a crime to foil, a plan to snap, anything really. There was a sense of calm of sorts in the woman who was now the Batman, but too much quiet and too much calm was just as bothersome as the loud riotous play of emotions. Not that Zoe ever suffered from loud riotous play of emotions often; some might question if at all. Yet, there was the Bat, flying through the City.
The men were easy enough to spot. According to records the warehouse hadn't been abandoned long, but heat scans suggested that someone was in there. Actually someone was in there and using electricity. Zoe'd become adept at calling up information quickly on the BatMule's on board computer. This wasn't good. Someone smaller than the goons breaking in, the way the gang moved suggested this wasn't just a pick up service, was in that gorram warehouse.
Dropping down to a lower level, the Bat hopped out of the hovering vehicle and raced inside, only to be confronted with same boobytraps that had caught the would be thieves. It took all the control Zoe had to keep from cursing, especially in Chinese. Shifting and sliding, jumping and diving, rolling and twisting, the Bat was lucky to get hit by only a few of the explosions of gunpowder and paint. Whoever lived in the warehouse was good, but stupid. These sort of traps were more than overkill, they were reckless even to the one who laid them.
The Bat finally got free in time to see someone approaching a familiar face. Some small part of her wanted to walk away, but it was only a small part. Instead, the Bat moved quietly, which was saying something in this maze of traps, to start taking out the other men, one by one, all the while watching the boy who denied becoming a man and the goon confronting him.