As Catwoman stalked around Batman it provided him plenty of oppirtunities, ones that he did not waste. She might have held the advantage in the present, that much was clear, but Bruce had a lot of stamina left for a fight with the black clad woman who oozed sexual charisma. It was undeniable the effect seeing her body had on his own, and any lesser disciplined male would have immediately tried to woo her for her affections. Bruce was above that, he was a hero first and foremost and because of that he ignored his body's plea to explore her further.<br/><br/>From the side facing away from Catwoman, Batman brought his hand into his utility belt and secured a tiny device that fit in the palm of his hand. His thumb pressed and held a button and the count was on. Hidden inside of his hand the red and blue fluids mixed together, seperate they were harmless, but together they would create a small burn and perhaps provide an ample distraction. The count of five ended, and he let it fly for her left shoulder.<br/><br/>The impact was priceless as part of her suit was burned off in a flash revealing a patch of flesh on her shoulder. Bruce swore he saw her look surprised, whether true or not he wasn't sure due to the darkness. Quickly he rose up from his resting place on the ground and charged forward with reckless abandon. In his head he planned out the moves, right cross, thai clinch, right knee to the gut, left knee to the gut, then an uppercut to seperate them. The actual execution would remain to be seen.