@mechgame
The wooden batarang felt awkward in Terry’s hand as he poised to throw it, as did the degraded visual assistance he was peering through. Usually, the suit itself would be helping him to make the throw, to hit the target juuuust right. And usually, the batarangs in his possession were slim and light and razor-sharp, made of a special metal alloy. Now, though, in this moment, he could rely on nothing but his own skills, stripped of most of the Batsuit’s abilities and all of his gadgets save for these wooden toys. But, logically, Terry had been throwing batarangs for years. Sure, this wasn’t what he was used to, but surely he could still hit with some degree of accuracy. Or so was the thought as he flicked his wrist and hurled the wooden object... only to watch it curve wildly off-course. He winced as it hit something metal with a resounding clang! and bounced back, dropping to the ground almost sadly.
Ouch. Maybe he should practice with these more before trying them out in the field. Terry took a step forward to retrieve the batarang... only to stop dead in his tracks as whatever the projectile had hit promptly moved, turning to reveal itself as a giant damn robot. ❝ Oh, come on. ❞
