Batman spoke from the pilot's seat, where he sat uncomfortably. Twinges of pain from Deadshot's bullet still intermittently shot through him. "Okay, everybody. We all know exactly what the plan is. Iron Man goes one way, Robin and Batwoman go the other and meet our contact on the island."

Iron Man stepped over to the helicopter's hatch and opened it. "Then let's get going!" He flew out of the hatch with his boot-jets burning low, so as to not attract attention. He accelerated, activated the air-seals on his armor and dived into the sea.

Underwater, he sped toward an underwater hangar, where giant submarines went in and out. He turned on a radar countermeasure to baffle the submarines' sensors.

On board the helicopter, Robin studied a printout of the blueprints for the Hammer Island compound. "I can't believe Oracle found these just sitting out on the Web," he said. "I guess it doesn't pay to bilk your contractor out of $20 million of his fees at the last minute."

They neared the far southern side of the island. Batman motioned to Batwoman and Robin. "Here's where you and Batwoman get off, Robin. Be careful."

Robin and Batwoman each put on a rather unwieldy but light backpack and walked over to the hatch. They jumped out, and as they fell, their backpacks opened and became Bat-gliders. The two heroes rode the sea-winds until they gently landed on the rocks on the southern side of the island. They quickly hid their packs among the cracks in the rocks and ran toward a group of small Spanish-style buildings.

Batman switched the Batcopter into stealth mode and waited for his comrades' signal.

Guards armed with machine guns watched as dock workers unloaded the cargo from the submarine. Iron Man thought to himself that Justin Hammer must be smuggling something on these submarines, something that Hammer would not want the Coast Guard to see. There was no time to investigate that, though.

Iron Man looked up to a raised deck where there stood two supervillains among a crowd of workers.

He recognized Blizzard from having previously tangled with the villain. Blizzard was speaking with a large orangutan-like man, who wore a flak jacket and black pants.

Iron Man quietly crept off the submarine's side and used his boot-jets at a low setting to float over the floor so no one would hear the clang of his armored boots. He was almost at the doorway leading into the building when Blizzard spotted him.

"Hey! That's Iron Man! Get him!"

The guards raised their guns and began firing at Iron Man.

"You're here," she whispered. "You're right on time."

"Just like we planned, right?"

"Yes. You're lucky neither of you are too big to fit in this cart yet. Come on, get in."

Robin and Batwoman clambered into the large laundry cart, taking care to hide deep under the clean sheets and other linens.

"That Mr. Hammer's going to pay for how bad he treats me." The cleaning woman clucked her tongue and slowly drove the cart toward Hammer's mansion.

"We meet again, hero," Blizzard said. "Trying to get revenge for your boss dying?"

"Heh heh heh! Now you're going to die, too!" laughed the orangutan-man. "Man-Ape's my name, and I'm going to hand you your..."

Iron Man let loose at them down the hallway with pulse-bolts that gathered force as they moved forward. One of the bolts knocked Man-Ape aside, but Blizzard had dodged them and prepared to attack.

The Golden Avenger Man ignited his boot jets and was getting ready to fly at the villains when Blizzard froze them solid. Iron Man crashed to the floor.

Man-Ape got up and leapt across the hallway in an amazing bound, landing straight upon the armored hero. As Iron Man tried to get up, the villain picked him up and threw him into a wall. Iron Man fell straight through the wall into an office, where pieces of cement wall fell on his prone figure.

Man-Ape beat his chest and bellowed in victory.

The cleaning woman neared a huge room, Justin Hammer's study, where the businessman was chewing out Deadshot.

"So you screwed up, did you?" he bellowed. "You allowed Spymaster to get captured, and now everyone's going to know I was behind that plane crash."

"He won't blab, boss," replied Deadshot meekly. "He's pretty tough."

"He also was a good employee, Deadshot, and now he's in the hands of the police!"

"Sorry, boss.."

The cleaning woman chose this moment to barge into the room, seemingly to clean out the trash cans in the study.

"Molly, you idiot!" Hammer yelled at the cleaning woman. "How many times have I told you to knock and ask if you could come in before you just barge in here?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hammer..."

"Sorry, sorry...everybody's so sorry today. I'll make you all sorry, I will.."

Deadshot fidgeted in the chair in which he was sitting. "You want me to leave, boss?"

"Yeah, I'll deal with you later. Close the door when you leave...I need to talk to Molly alone. Bring in your cart, Molly. I won't have you spend a minute not working, not even when I'm yelling at you."

Molly brought her laundry cart into the study and closed the door. Justin Hammer was too angry to notice a slight movement of the linens in the capacious cart.

"Looks like I broke a spring or something in Tin Man here," Man-Ape laughed. "Time to finish him off."

"I get first dibs, seeing as I fought him before," Blizzard said, stepping up to the much larger Man-Ape.

"Oh, you do, do you?..."

While the villains argued over who would finish him off, Iron Man was charging his armor. He let loose with a repulsor blast from both gauntlets and his chest-mounted uni-beam projector that flattened both villains.

"Looks like nobody got to finish me off," Iron Man said as he got to his feet. He headed toward the elevator. He knew the rest of Hammer's guards would be after him soon.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Hammer..."

"I'm not going to have any more of your slacking off. This is your last chance, Molly. I've had enough of you!"

Molly threw her cleaning rag to the floor, her nostrils flaring. "And I, Mr. Hammer, have had enough of you, too!"

At that moment Robin and Batwoman jumped out of the laundry cart and grabbed Justin Hammer. The fifty-year-old man struggled, but he could not keep himself from being thrown into his chair. Batwoman held him in a head lock, with one hand over his mouth.

"The door's already locked," Molly whispered to the heroes. "They won't be able to get in without breaking it down."

Robin used his Bat-communicator to send a quiet signal to Batman to pick them up. "Batman will be along in a little bit." He looked out of the window, which revealed a steep grade down to a moat below. They could not escape through the windows; they would have to go back out the study door.

"Unhand me..." Hammer could be heard saying under Batwoman's leather gauntlet.

The heroes and the cleaning lady heard the movement of the guards outside. Hammer's men knew something was going on.

He ended up at the hatch for the main floor. He fired a small electronic pulse from his armor that made the elevator doors open.

A group of guards and three supervillains stood near a door down the hall. One of them, a very small man in a green jumpsuit and jetpack, put his ear against the door.

"Something's going on in there,' he said.

"Ja, let's break the door down!" said a large, muscular man who looked like someone turned inside out.

"Don't do that, Plasmus," Deadshot warned. "Hammer will chew you out just like he did to me."

"We don't need to barge in on him to hear what's going on," the small man said condescendingly. "This gadget will allow us to hear what's going on in there. They don't call me Gizmo for nothing, you know."

Immediately, they heard the sounds of the struggle inside.

"Okay, now we can break the door down." Gizmo put his listening device back into one of the pouches in his jacket. "Let's get in there!" he shouted, pulling out a blaster that was almost too large for him.

As the villains and guards readied themselves to burst into the locked room, a blast of energy hit Plasmus in the side. As the large villain crumpled to the ground, the others turned to face their attacker.

"You'll have to deal with me first," said Iron Man.

Bullets from the many guards in the hallway flew at the Golden Avenger as he fired up his boot jets and zoomed toward the supervillains.

Plasmus had revived, and he was holding her leg in his flesh-melting grip.

"Batwoman!" Robin cried.

But the Darknight Damsel reacted expertly. She pulled a tear-gas capsule out of her utility belt and threw it into Plasmus' gaping mouth. The villain coughed and gagged as he let go of her leg.

Gizmo fired his blaster into the wall near Robin and Molly. Robin nearly let go of Justin Hammer.

"You're not going anywhere, boy," said the diminutive villain.

Batwoman surprised Gizmo and pulled him up by the straps on his backpack. She pushed the backpack's accelerate button, and sent him zooming out of control down the hallway into the stomach of an attacking guard. Both were instantly knocked unconscious.

Robin smiled. "Thanks, Batwoman. We'd better hurry, because Batman's coming soon!"

"You can't hurt me," Iron Man sneered.

"Yeah? Well, maybe I can hurt someone else."

Deadshot turned and shot Molly the cleaning lady in the back just as she, Robin, and Batwoman were opening the front door of the mansion to escape to the Batcopter.

"Molly!" said Robin.

Iron Man growled and fired a concentrated repulsor ray so that Deadshot's hand-mounted gun melted. The melting metal burned the villain's hand. Iron Man knocked Deadshot out cold with one blow from his metal fist, and then carried him over to where Robin and Batwoman were.

"Just what you deserved for betraying me..." Hammer said to the dying Molly just before Batwoman covered his mouth.

Robin opened the door to see that the rest of Hammer's guards had gathered at the front of the house. All of them had their weapons pointed at the small group of heroes.

"We're not going to get out of this alive," said Batwoman.

In unison, the guards cocked their weapons and prepared to fire.

Deadshot was still unconscious as Batwoman tied him into place. Molly's body was laid on a makeshift hospital bed at the back of the Batcopter. Hammer began hectoring the heroes as they tied his hands up and placed him into a seat.

"What were you fools thinking when you captured me? I've committed no crime."

Batman handed the controls of the Batcopter over to Robin and Iron Man.

"Oh, really, Mr. Hammer? I have evidence that you've committed a few rather major ones."

Hammer stared angrily at Iron Man as the hero flew the Batcopter. "Stark's stooge, Iron Man! Looking for revenge on me after your boss bit it, are you?"

Everyone stared at Justin Hammer, who had just accidentally admitted his complicity in the Stark CleanJet sabotage. Hammer knew he had blown his cover.

Deadshot, who was coming back to consciousness, had heard what Hammer said. "I'm going up the river for sure this time."

Hammer stammered, trying to explain. "Not that I...know anything about Stark's death." The billionaire suddenly regained his composure. "You have no evidence that I had anything to do with any crime! If you take me to the authorities, they'll only let me go, and your mission will have been in vain."

Batman smiled. "Oh, we'll get you to the authorities in due time, Hammer. But we have something for you to see first."

"Look down there, Hammer," Batman barked, dragging the bound billionaire over to one of the windows.

Ambulances still rushed people away from the crash site. Injured people were being helped out of the wreckage of the buildings that were razed in the crash. Smoke and rubble lay where Gotham's last vibrant business district once stood.

"All I see is the results of Stark's bad airplane design," Hammer snickered. "As I said, I had nothing to do with this happening."

"You did this, Hammer!" Batman shouted, and shoved Hammer's face up against the glass, holding him by the neck. "I should send you hurtling to the ground right from here so your final resting place could be the same as those you killed with your sabotage!"

"But you won't..." Hammer replied, his words barely audible as he struggled to catch his breath.

Batman felt the weight of the disaster, and the thought that Hammer had been present at his parents' murder resurfaced. His grip on Hammer's neck grew tighter, and he pressed his captive's face harder against the glass window.

"Maybe I should..." Batman responded.

"Don't!" Iron Man cried, jumping out of his chair. "I know how you feel, Batman. You don't know what Hammer has cost me. But we have to get him legally, though, or this will all have been in vain!"

Batman thought about Iron Man's words for one tense moment, then let Hammer go. The billionaire gasped for breath and tried to calm himself down, to avoid a heart attack.

"You okay, boss?" Deadshot asked.

"Shut up," Hammer responded as he struggled to climb back into his seat.

Iron Man and Batman looked at each other. They had successfully brought the man who had caused them so much pain to justice.

Iron Man appeared, holding Justin Hammer in one hand and Deadshot in the other. Both villains were handcuffed.

"Just thought I'd drop off the trash," Iron Man said. "Thanks for the teleporter, Deadshot!" Iron Man called out as he disappeared in another flash of light.

The policemen in the squad room gathered around the two captives. "Aren't you...Justin Hammer?" the desk sergeant asked.

"Yes, it's me," he replied. "I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. If you gentlemen could see fit to let me go..."

Commissioner James Gordon stepped forward from the crowd of policemen. "Actually, Mr. Hammer, since you're here...would you mind answering a few questions about your involvement in the CleanJet crash?"