Chaos ruled the night, and that was putting it mildly. To say that this was chaos would be like saying a couple of mosquitoes were chaotic. No, this was like being swarmed by a thousand pissed off yellow-jackets. There was no where to run and Batman had no idea where to start. Rides were malfunctioning, fires had broken out everywhere, and wild animals were on the loose. From the panic of the people he heard faint shouting about a dead Batman at the costume contest in the big tent.<i>"Shit,"</i>he swore inside his head. Things were a shit storm and Batman was unsure of whether or not he would be able to stop it.<br/><br/>Half of him wanted to head for the tent and find her, find the Joker and confront the woman who had put him down in a moment of chivalry. It had been shocking for sure, in more ways than one, and going after her would be a great opportunity for revenge. On the other hand there were all of the people who needed help, his help, and letting them down was not his style.<br/><br/>The fire was not going to be his battle, he left that to the fire department who thankfully had a few trucks on hand to deal with it, though the fire was large and would require some time and effort for sure. Closest to him was a Tilt-O-Whirl going out of control with screaming kids and adults. Batman plodded for the controls and was met with two men, goons of the Joker's, and he was not pulling any punches. His right fist shot out and cracked the first one in the jaw successfully. The second guy had a lead pipe and managed to get in a blow to Batman's left arm. It hurt like hell, but the suit prevented it from breaking, with a grimace and a presently dead arm Batman kicked his right foot out into the goon's left knee. It buckled and gave way as a flying knee finished the job. A pull of the lever and a press of the Emergency stop button brought the treachorous ride to a halt.<br/><br/>A few more kiddy rides were saved, Batman took less damage in those fights, but the combination of walking all day and the sudden need to exhert a lot of force was beginning to take its toll on the Dark Knight. Still he thought that progress was going well until he came to a funhouse and heard screams from the inside. There was no choice but to head inside and quickly. Mirrors were everywhere and they proved to present quite the challenge to Batman as he was nearing where he heard the voices a baseball bat cracked him in the back between the shoulder blades. Batman lurched forward as a goon grabbed the large pointy ears on his cowl and tossed Batman sideways through some of the mirrors. There was a loud crashing and shattering while Batman groaned in pain and tried to roll on the ground. Someone leveled a boot into his left side and the last thing Batman saw was a bat heading for his face before he was unconcious.