It was growing late in Gotham City, most of the night life had calmed down though not all, and Batman had been almost ready to call it a night while driving the streets. It was then that all hell broke loose, it was almost like a coordinated chaotic attack. Batman could scarcely believe his eyes as goons seemed to come out of nowhere to begin a reign of destruction. Small fires broke out, the few citizens on the streets were being harrassed, spray paint was decorating the sides of buildings, and windows were being smashed.<br/><br/>With a deep sigh Batman parked the batmobile in an alley, there wasn't much he could do from inside it, and he jumped out. "Shields." He spoke to a small cylindrical device that he immediately placed back in his utility belt. The batmobile covered itself in armor plating as heavy boots marched him forward. His ribs were still slightly sore from the shot they had taken, along with his jaw, but he was a man in better physical condition than those half his age. At 40 he could do what people would only dream of, and so he ignored the pain and headed into battle.<br/><br/>"Hey, it's him!" Shouted a man who had been spray painting a wall. His design that of a clown laughing was nearly complete. Another piped up, "yeah, the Bat Man," he had made sure to add a pause between the words for special effect. Of course the talking did not do them any justice as the hero marched toward them with a scowl. He blocked a punch and put the first man on the ground with a Judo style hip toss. As Batman squared to face the second man a burst of purple spray paint hit the emblem on his chest. "What was that supposed to do? Make me melt?" He didn't wait for a response as the man's eyes went wide with fear and Batman cracked him in the jaw with a solid right hook.<br/><br/>They were weak, cannon fodder, but still they had required energy. The yellow backed bat emblem on his chest was now more purple and black, but the purple was bright enough to distinguish from the black. In a way it lessened the threatening presence of his fabled suit though structurally it was still sound. He didn't make it very far before he encountered a second group of men, there were three in this group, each one the size of Ortig from before and each brandished a knife.<br/><br/>Three on one was not favorable odds for most men, but he was not most men. He had a few tricks up his sleeve as well. He three a batarang that looped and struck the hand brandishing the knife of the man on his left. Then a well placed smoke pellet helped slow down their rush as Batman ventured into the darkness to deliver a bevy of punches and kicks. It was not a flawless as he had hoped, but the amount of damage he took was minimal. One punch to the chest, which broke the man's hand on the kevlar chestplate, and a few minor knife slashes on his suit that were more visual than anything. They had not pemetrated into his skin, and they were in a heap on the ground when the smoke cleared.<br/><br/>He encountered a few more similar groups, some with women, with similar results, but each time he grew more tired. As the last group, three men and two women lie motionless, unconcious, on the ground his cape was pulled from behind and into a dark alley Batman went stumbling backwards. He heard female voices, five of them in near unison, "you are going to suffer batsy," as he felt two knees ram into his back.<br/><br/>"Ahhh!" He yelled out from the pain. They had caught him in the spin and he heard the fabric of his cape rip slightly as he spun away from further attacks. There each one stood in seductive black attire, almost like lingere, and black thigh high boots. Unlike the others they didn't all have knives, two did, but the other three were unarmed. None of them gave Batman very much time to react as they charged forward for an attack. He tried to block what he could, but he was kicked simultaneously in each side while his sharp fins parried two knives. Sparks flew from contact and he heard some ooohs and ahhs from the women. As he reeled the four in front of him moved out of the way for the fifth to land a standing side kick to Batman's chin. His head snapped backward from the blow as he reeled toward the street.<br/><br/>"Oh no batsy, no escape yet," the one who kicked him said as two of the others grabbed his flailing arms and whipped him back into the alley. The momentum forward caused him problems as his heavy boots did not make for good running platforms. One of the girls wielding a knife thrust it forward in a stabbing motion, and someway, somehow, lodged the knife into his kevlar chestplate. She appeared to press a button on it and his chest vibrated for a moment before she pulled the handle and put a giant gash along the chest of his suit. The area was thick enough her blade couldn't reach the skin, but the kevlar had been shattered somehow. While twirling from the momentum Batman felt the two long ears on his head be pulled down as two of the women bashed their knees into his forehead.<br/><br/>The need for escape became more and more prevalent. Batman quickly grabbed his grappling hook and shot ot into the air and just in time he lifted himself out of their grasp while one cut his cape again. He could hear mock laughter in his retreat. It was best to live and fight another day. He had quelled the majority of the chaos and it was clear the Joker did not take kindly to his threat.