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The Batwing was just one of many aircrafts fighting against the countless space fighters. Even though it was a specially constructed aircraft, imposing and almost invincible compared to most of the other known fighters, it wasn't more than a mosquito compared to an elephant in this fight. The gigantic mothership dwarfed it and it drowned in the mass of alien fighters.
The last two days had been, to put it mildly, chaotic. The man behind the mask who was flying the Batwing had done everything humanly, and maybe inhumanly possibly to keep the damage to property and the lives of the millions of people in Gotham City at a minimum. He and Robin had helped with the evacuation of the large city, but now that the mothership had arrived to destroy Gotham everything seemed to have been for nothing. A lot of people were still in danger and many would die.
He and Robin had gathered with hundreds of other pilots as the call had come through that someone had found a way to get through the cursed shields of the alien fighters. Maybe they had a chance to stop the flying fortress now and shoot it out of the sky before it reached Gotham City; before the city was destroyed.
But right now it didn't look so good. All their hopes seemed to have been for nothing; the mothership was rather unimpressed by their attacks.
"Leader Gold to all attack units. We have found a way to destroy the enemy, but it is dangerous, very dangerous. Please listen carefully...."
Batman listened to the words of the attack leader with tense expectation. Then, before anyone else had a chance to do so, he followed the instructions. Enemy fighters blocked his way, but he wove through them, heading for the center of the mothership where seconds earlier panels had slid back to reveal the energy weapon that had destroyed so many cities before.
"Batman!" Robin's voice could be heard through the intercom. "What are you doing?! You can't...."
Before Robin could get any further, Batman switched off the com unit. What he wanted to do had to be done alone.
"Good-bye, my friend," he said softly, though he knew Robin couldn't hear him. "Take care of Gotham City for me."
He didn't want to die, but he knew that he, of all pilots, had the only real chance to get through the phalanx of enemy fighters and reach their target. The Batwing was about the only aircraft who might withstand the energy ray long enough to place the missiles.
He guided the Batwing into the center of the pillar of light that was forming out of eight rays of brilliant light, pointing directly at the center of the city below.
Seconds before the Batwing exploded, Batman punched the launch button of the missiles. He never saw how they hit home and how the mothership started to explode from the inside out, rapidly losing height and going down a few miles outside Gotham.
He only knew he had saved the city.

Today was the 4th of July.