Sam was actually standing shoulder to shoulder with freaking Batman. This was... a very weird week in terms of comic book characters met. He was just glad that the Bat had decided that he was on the same side. Then again, it was possible that the other Sam had met him. Or... something.
When the witch geared up to throw another spell, Sam realized that neither of them could take the chance. He lifted his gun up and shot the person squarely in the shoulder. It was a non-fatal wound, but it should break any concentration that the witch had. He hoped. He glanced at the black clad figure beside him as the witch crumpled to the groan, moaning in pain.
"Sorry," he said, half-waiting for the beating that might come. Batman was notorious for not liking guns but Batman didn't know magic like Sam did. At least, not the Batman that he'd ever read about.