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The Robins from the two universes were not only outnumbered by the Spider-Men, but also fell short in physical fitness, speed, and danger sensing. Moreover, the Spider-Men were quite united; finding themselves with a common enemy, Peter was no longer the target of pursuit but was instead pulled back into the fold, and the Spider-Men unanimously attacked the breach outside with water guns.
For a time, the Robins were severely suppressed, and the lounge chair area had completely fallen. It looked like they were about to be pushed back to the edge of the swimming pool. Beyond that lay the increasingly limited deck space, and any further retreat would mean going into the sea.
Both the Spider-Men and the Robins were aware of this, so they tacitly decided on the victory condition in silence—whoever fell into the sea first would lose.
But then the Robins' turnaround arrived; Bruce and Selina came around from the changing passage, and with a wave of her hand, Selina pointed upwards and said, "Go up top, grab some guns!"
It was only then the Robins realized that the Spider-Men had taken their water guns from the water park's toolbox. Each Spider-Man was armed, some even wielding two guns, while the Robins had only managed to snatch a couple from the first few Spider-Men who fell, leaving them with a mere two. Jason and the others had hurried over with only one gun between them, far too weak in firepower to effectively suppress the enemy.
They immediately coordinated their efforts, with the fiercest firepower, Red Hood and Nightwing, facing the Spider-Men head-on, while Red Robin led the younger Robins up the stairs by the pool, along the upper walkway to the door opposite the water park, and sneaked in to steal guns.
A row of sneaky figures dashed up the stairs, and Batman, who was enjoying the sea breeze on deck, turned around somewhat puzzled. Wasn't that Tim's footsteps he just heard?
The other Batman, Beihan, had a clearer view, as he was right at the entrance of another door to the water park. He too had come to drink, intending to pass through the water park to get to the bar when he witnessed the raging battle.
Seeing the string of sneaky figures above him, Beihan guessed they were surely after weapons. With nothing better to do, he followed them through the door slit after Red Robin and his group sneaked in.
"Oh, shit, it's locked," Jason whispered, lowering his voice. "They were prepared, knowing we'd come to steal!"
He stepped forward to inspect the large lock, then turned back to the others and said, "It's just a regular lock, probably a standard one for the ship's storage rooms. There's nothing of value inside, so the lock shouldn't be too hard to pick, but I need tools."
Dick and Tim patted themselves down, but couldn't find anything suitable for lock picking. They had changed into swimsuits and carried almost nothing. Red Robin wasn't in uniform and had only two coins in his pocket. Aisha, with a mouth of metal and copper teeth, had been left with Selina, leaving everyone to look at Barry.
"Alright, I'll run back and get it. What do you need?"
"A piece of wire will do."
No sooner had Jason finished speaking than a piece of wire was handed to him. He caught it, marveling, "My God, you're really the Flash—that was incredibly fast!"
"Wait a second, this isn't wire, this is a lock pick! Where did you get this from?"
As Jason looked up, he saw his companions looking back at him with horror. He had a bad feeling, slowly turned his head, and saw two pitch-black pointed ears.
"Ah!!!!!"
Jason's scream quickly drew the attention of the multitude of Spider-Men. After screaming, he realized he had blown his cover. In a frantic move, he shoved Batman, who was blocking the doorway, to one side, quickly jimmied the lock open, dashed inside, and started throwing water guns out one after another.
The water guns were quickly passed down the line, but they were empty. And a squad of Spider-Men had already landed, launching a fierce attack on them.
Armed with two guns apiece, the Robin squad quickly retreated to the nearest swimming pool to load their guns. But unfortunately, this pool was the children's splash area – the water was shallow, but several huge rotating water sprayers stood in the middle, drenching them as soon as they entered, soaking them from head to toe. They could barely open their eyes, let alone see direction or path. Their only option was to keep wiping their faces with their hands.
Seeing this, the Spider-Men didn't dare rush in, either. Some of their masks weren't waterproof, and the deluge would soak them, causing suffocation. They lingered at the edge of the pool, waiting for the group to cross before attacking.
Suddenly, with a twirl, the sprayers stopped. Jason, soaked to the skin, turned to see Batman leaning against a switch by the wall.
The next moment, everyone ran because the Spider-Men had already charged in. But the water, knee-high, slowed them down no matter how fast they tried to move. To maintain balance while lifting their knees, they had to raise their arms high. For a moment, the group looked like they were doing a sandbox jump rope in the pool.
Realizing this mode of escape was ineffective, Jason glanced toward the nearest staircase and signaled the squad to dash up.
This was a slide area designed for children about 1.3 to 1.4 meters tall. Numerous slides wound around staggered platforms, connected by children's adventure-style suspension bridges, steps, and hook ropes to be grasped and slid across, with stairways branching off in various directions down to the ground.
After Jason rushed up the central staircase, he sprinted across the suspension bridge and quickly ascended higher steps. He then flipped a bucket hanging there, dumping a deluge of water on the leading Spider-Man.
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The distraction afforded his teammates precious time, as variously sized figures crossed the rope bridge at top speed. After climbing the steps, Red Robin discerned the direction and said, "That orange slide over there is closest to us."
They all rushed toward it, but just then, whoosh, a bucket of water drenched Red Robin from above. He spat several times and vigorously rubbed his hair. Looking up, he saw a Spider-Man clinging to the very top.
At the summit of the slide zone was a huge bucket that would tip over autonomously when filled with water; clearly, the Spider-Man who had climbed up there intended to accelerate this process.
Jason immediately recognized it had to be one of Shiller's students, certainly lying in wait from early on.
"Run!!!!!!!!"
Accompanied by a roar, the team dashed to the entrance of the orange slide, but it was still a moment too late.
Whoosh!!!!!!!!
A waterfall cascaded down, sweeping everyone off their feet in disarray. This 'harm the enemy a thousand, harm ourselves eight hundred' tactic once again drew criticisms from the other Spider-Men.
Seeing the discord among their opponents, the Robins quickly got back on their feet, crossed another rope bridge, climbed up the steps, stepped across half-step spaced perforated planks, and reached the entrance of the orange slide. They slid down one after another, like juice bits in a bottle of orange juice.
After landing, they were in a deeper pool, at least 1.5 meters deep, meaning they could finally start swimming. The turn of events lay in the fact that all the Robins could swim, but the Spider-Men couldn't.
As odd as it might sound, when it comes to learning to swim, one's athletic prowess isn't the determining factor. Some people have a natural resistance to buoyancy, sinking like a stone the moment they hit the water.
This was different from swinging through the air. Buoyancy could create a sense of instability, making one feel adrift. Some find this sensation light and stabilizing, while others perceive it as filled with danger. It is said that the more sensitive one is to danger, the harder it is for them to learn to swim.
It was quite apparent that upon entering the waist-deep pool, some Spider-Men's spider-senses began weakly alerting them. Their posture stiffened, and their speed slowed down.
This allowed them to fall behind at this stage of the event, but fortunately, a few of the pursuers who were strong swimmers, though still a step slower than the Robins, could now hit them with streams of water from water guns once they got out of the water.
The Robins were again sprayed and yelled chaotically as they desperately rushed toward an opening. However, the Spider-Men at this spot were caught in a standoff with the Red Hood and Nightwing outside. Suddenly, a group burst through the middle of them, squeezing past.
If the disruption of the formation wasn't enough, an unexpected current struck them into howls of dismay. The zone by the gap instantly descended into chaos, and the Robins took the opportunity to toss their loaded guns to their comrades.
Seizing the good chance, the Robins acted with swift precision to disrupt the Spider-Men's formation with a torrent, successfully regaining control of the gap.
At that time, Bruce and Selina sat behind the bar, drinking and taking an interested look at the water fight, occasionally commenting on the strategies of both sides.
They saw two figures wrapped in towels approaching—it was Clark and Natasha. Evidently, Natasha had taken the opportunity to strike up a conversation with Clark under the pretext of returning clothes; they seemed quite happy chatting together.
"Hey, why are you two just sitting here instead of swimming?" Clark approached with a smile and slapped the back of Bruce's chair.
He had changed into his swim trunks, revealing a classical sculpture-like upper body, clearly planning to swim a couple of laps. Natasha had already showered; the pair had intended to swim.
"I'd advise against going any further," Bruce said, sipping his drink, without turning back to them.
Clark and Natasha had already heard the noise up ahead, but judging from the sounds alone, they couldn't tell what was happening in front.
The two, skeptical, walked away from the bar, only to both get sprayed in the face with water. While Clark was still bewilderedly wiping his face, Agent Natasha angrily burst forward.
Jason felt a colossal red whirlwind whip past him, taking his water gun with it. Next came the sound of spritzing, and the Spider-Men were sent scattering, covering their heads. When it came to gunfight experience, one must look to the old soldiers of the Soviet Union.
Once he had wiped the water from his face, Clark watched the scene before him in surprise, then realized they were engaged in a water fight. He relaxed, raised his hand, and approached the pool side. With exceedingly fluid motion, he plunged into the water and started swimming like a nimble fish.
Just as he reached the middle of the pool, Natasha grabbed Peter, who had just sprayed her face, by the ankle, spinning him around and sending him flying precisely through the gap. With a thud, Peter collided with Clark, knocking him into the pool.
"Oh!!! My back!!!!!!!!"