Unable to move Batman stared up the woman who had foiled him as she straddled his frame. He had been foiled by chivalry, fallen into a trap and was at the mercy of the villainess. In some ways he was thankful she had an agenda to accomplish and didn't take more advantage than she did. The inner part of his thigh, as well as the crotch were thinner areas of his suit and while not quite like a thinner material like spandex, he could still feel her touch and his body reacted accordingly. A minor twitch inside the preformed bulge of his suit by his manhood sent a signal to his brain that this, her on top, was somehow erotic to him. It was a fantasy Bruce didn't know he had. The kiss itself was electic despite the shortness and it left a desire for more. Desires that he cursed himself for, he shouldn't be lusting over someone who had just hijacked a bank and sent him to the ground in a twitching heap due to some wonderful shocking.<br/><br/>Her instructions were clear on the detonator, though he didn't trust her he took note nonetheless. By the time she had a good head start the Gotham City Police rolled in just as Batman himself was collecting the detonator and crawling to his feet. His legs were a bit shakey at first, but he found solid footing easilly enough as the new police Commissioner strode up to him and spoke. "What's the situation?"<br/><br/>As if it wasn't already obvious, Batman gave his account in the deep gravelly voice he maintained. "Ten men down over there," he pointed to the men he had dispatched, "and hostages there with armed bombs. See if your EOD can get them off and get them out of here. The leader, who is a woman apparently, got away. She used that," he pointed to the device she had shocked him with, "in a moment of apparent weakness and I tried to help her. It was jolting to say the least."<br/><br/>As Batman finished Jim Gordon, brown trenchcoat and all, delivered instructions to his men, and soon the hostages were clear of the building. Standing near the entrance to the safe Batman then pressed the left button to deactivate the bombs, and before he knew it he was being thrust backward as buts of shrapnel embedded itself into his suit, a few minor nicks, but most hit the the thicker parts, or the Kevlar. The blast however, sent him back into a concrete pillar and the impact shook him to the core. He was winded and hurting, and another valuable lesson had been learned. He could imagine her laughing at him, as the police came back in to find the Caped Crusader down on the ground once more, sitting in a heap under some dust.<br/><br/>The bank was now ablaze and Batman willed himself up before anyone actually got to him, "go!" He shouted to them, not knowing if there were more bombs or not. He headed for the back and exited into the alley where he fired his grappling gun to propel himself up to the rooftops once more. He was going to need more lines and more heads soon at this rate, but restocking the utility belt was not the forefront of his mind, getting back to the batcave to assess damage to his suit and his person was.<br/>------------------<br/>Once back in the cave, with the suit off, Bruce examined his body. A small piece of metal had lodged in his left side, about the size of a bb, and the rest of his wounds were scrapes. The suit looked like swiss cheese, so it was clear that the woman had achieved her goal in that regard. Part of it was melted from the extreme heat, and then shrapnel adorned the rest of it. "Are you alright Master Wayne?" Alfred called out as he came down with a medical kit and some hot soup.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'll be fine Alfred, it looks worse than it is, and I learned some valuable lessons from this one." He winced as he allowed Alfred access to the hole where the shrapnel was and the trusty butler played surgeon on his ward.<br/><br/>"I sure do hope so Master Wayne, I do hope so." Alfred replied as he continued to clean Bruce up.