Jack looked around the parking garage as the three of them got out of the car. It was a place he had been many times, though today the Mall of America lot was strangely empty.
"I will go and do the deed," said Batwoman shrilly. Batman nodded slowly and walked toward his place at the mall's entrance. It was obvious to Jack to Batwoman was anxious, but her high voice betrayed more than simple nerves. Her tall, lithe figure was wrapped completely in her dark cape, and Jack was struck by the contrast between her commanding presence and her shaky voice. He began to worry about her part in the plan. If Batwoman failed to retrieve her male counterpart's costume, he would be unable to fight and all would be lost.
Without warning, she strode off towards the garage's exit ramp and out of sight. Jack shot a worried glance at Batman. Wearing only underwear and his distinctive cowl, he was crouched into a fetal position. He too seemed uncharacteristically worried.
Jack noticed a figure walking into the lot. He recognized it as Geburdick, briefcase in hand. When Geburdick saw Batman crouched at the mall's entrance, he halted and stared, mouth agape.
A loud commotion drew everyone's attention to the exit ramp. Attack dogs and martial artists rounded the corner and started to advance. With a sinking feeling, Jack realized Batwoman had betrayed them. Picking up a heavy wooden bench, he prepared to hold out for as long as he could.
