"Sweet!" cheered 21, already making for the armory in the converted restroom. "I'll get the gear."
"So, do you have any leads?" asked 24. "Any patterns? You know where this guy lives?"
Meanwhile, 21 was in the midst of cracking open every crate and cabinet in the armory. Guns, guns, knives, guns, half a dozen grenades, and more guns. He walked back into the rec room.
"Hey, what gives?" he asked the Joker. "You're stocked to the gills with totally lethal armaments. Where's the good stuff? The net launchers? The taser darts? All I found was a roll of electrical tape and some pepper spray."