Bruce scanned the room, it was true the words she said. Worry and concern filled his face, not for his own safety and well being, but for the safety and well being of those around the room. He needed a plan, one that involved getting those in the room out to safety while he took care of the goons and the Joker herself. Of course as things stood he didn't see an easy way of accomplishing such things, the citizens were paralyzed and that meant getting them out was going to be a one by one job and he didn't have that kind of time nor opportunity.<br/><br/>To trust the Joker or not? It was an important question that wracked his brain. On one hand if he didn't and refused to eat the food she might very well go on a killing spree, well her henchwomen would at least. On the other hand if he did eat the food he could end up vulnerable and paralyzed which would put him in a position to help no one. It did seem like she wanted him and that everyone else was here to watch.<br/><br/>"Fine, I would hate to fight on an empty stomach, but not too much." He ate half of the food that was on his plate, just a little bit of each part and enough to satiate the hunger going through him. The aphrodesiac was almost instant as he felt his body react. Shit, there had been a poison, just not a paralytic one. His cock grew hard as the blood flowed to his sex organ faster than a man popping Viagra. While he was horny, easy to do in the room of beautiful women, he still held to his ideals of stopping them. "How about a dance of fists?"