Poison Ivy stepped through a curtain of writhing vines, her hair glowing faintly green in the dim light. Her smile was slow, patient.

Two gunshots cut through the plant matter. Leaves scattered like startled birds. But from the heart of the torn vines, a crimson flower unfurled.

Jason staggered. His helmet hit the ground with a hollow clatter. His pupils swam, unfocused, as if searching for something that wasn't there.

Too late.

The pistol grip cracked into Tim's jaw. Tim dropped before he could finish the word, stumbling backward and collapsing against a rusted pipe.

Damian drew his sword. Jason didn't pause. A brutal kick snapped across Damian's wrist, sending the blade skittering across the floor. Jason slammed him into the concrete pillar with a sickening thud.

Dick caught the next punch, muscles straining. Their arms shook against each other.

Jason broke the hold with a violent elbow. Dick crashed into the tunnel wall, gasping as dust shook loose from above.

Red Hood leveled both pistols at his family.