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“I don’t know, kid, maybe you should call the Bat.”
“No, this should work,” said Tim, readjusting the device on the window, but instead of the light turning green it blinked red. “I don’t understand why it’s not working.”
“Hm,” Harley considered the window. “This building have alarms?”
“We’re not sure.”
“Alright, kid, step aside.”
Harley swung her bat upwards.
“Harley, wait—”
But it was too late, the bat had already smashed the glass. They listened, but didn’t hear anything.
“Harley, how’d you know?”
“I didn’t. Sometimes you gotta take a risk. Now little bat, lets go get the bad’uns.”