Well. There's getting what you ask for, and then there's this.
No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy; Wash has been in enough battles to have that drilled into his head. Still, the Joker is different than anyone he's fought before. Even the Meta, mindless and crazed, was driven by some sort of animal instinct, both when there were too many AI and when there were none. This is different; this is completely, truly chaotic, and the only his motion trackers keep close calls from becoming hits he can't currently afford to take.
Well, shit.
He dodges as best he can, trying to get the fuck out of the way of that hammer and heading down a completely different street from the one they'd just been on. Hopefully Dave and Barry will remember the plan to draw him away, such as it is.
"You act like we haven't already been there," he says to the Joker, voice edged now that survival has taken priority over mockery. "Your existential breakdown might be hilarious to you, but like I said, your jokes are shit. The rest of us think it's boring." He grabs his knife in one hand, doing his best to block the incoming cards and hissing when one slices through the undersuit at his elbow, and grabs his stun baton with the other. The moment the Joker gets close, he goes in, aiming the baton for the hand holding the mallet. If it works, he might be able to get the Joker to drop it; if it doesn't, he's taking that mallet straight to the ribs.
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No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy; Wash has been in enough battles to have that drilled into his head. Still, the Joker is different than anyone he's fought before. Even the Meta, mindless and crazed, was driven by some sort of animal instinct, both when there were too many AI and when there were none. This is different; this is completely, truly chaotic, and the only his motion trackers keep close calls from becoming hits he can't currently afford to take.
Well, shit.
He dodges as best he can, trying to get the fuck out of the way of that hammer and heading down a completely different street from the one they'd just been on. Hopefully Dave and Barry will remember the plan to draw him away, such as it is.
"You act like we haven't already been there," he says to the Joker, voice edged now that survival has taken priority over mockery. "Your existential breakdown might be hilarious to you, but like I said, your jokes are shit. The rest of us think it's boring." He grabs his knife in one hand, doing his best to block the incoming cards and hissing when one slices through the undersuit at his elbow, and grabs his stun baton with the other. The moment the Joker gets close, he goes in, aiming the baton for the hand holding the mallet. If it works, he might be able to get the Joker to drop it; if it doesn't, he's taking that mallet straight to the ribs.