Bruce had by no means meant a real dance so when the Joker brought him out to the dance floor and started dancing he was a bit surprised. She was smart so he knew she had an idea of what the meaning behind his words were, and so this show she put on must have been to bide the time. Batman had an issue going on inside his head, the very thing Joker was likely waiting for, his body had betrayed him and now his mind was as well.<br/><br/>The lust he felt for every woman in the room was astounding, it occupied his thoughts and made it hard to focus on the battle that had begun. Bruce felt his balls get blasted from a hard knee and the swift uppercut that rocked his jaw. The way his head snapped back sent his body staggering. The way she grabbed his wrists and contorted them it was majestic in terms of a fight and Bruce could do nothing to will his body to fight back. Pain that shot through his wrists meant nothing as she sent him spinning on the dance floor. The brutal kiss that he found himself intwined in was allowed because her hands on his crotch brought a great sensation throughout his body as he hoped for more. It disgusted him that he wanted more, but he couldn't help it.<br/><br/>The bite to his lip and tongue hurt like hell, the lip now bleeding as she emphatically spit out blood all over the dance floor. Bruce finally got control of his muscles enough to fight back. His right foot kicked the inside of her left knee to destabilize her balance as he rammed his left knee into her right side crashing it into her ribs. Then with a firm grip on her shoulders he spun and tossed her away, lifing her feet off the ground in the process.