------<br/>Regina, had she known the Dark Knight's thoughts, would have assured him that her tongue was the very best bit. Alas, she did not know. She watched him and when he shot back what she considered to be a comeback which was nothing short of embarrassing -- for him -- she let out a chuckle. She did not respond, simply taunted him with her words, her expression, her body. Everything about her oozed pity and disgust of him in roughly equal measure - but more than anything? More than anything Regina was confident. In many, it would have been a superiority complex, she knew. It had been in the others who had tried to stand against him before. In them, it was a superiority complex.<br/><br/>In her, it was a statement of fact.<br/><br/>So, she waited and she watched and she let him kick.  Not quite as stupid as he seemed, she thought - at least he didn't lead with a punch; Regina<b> despised</b>predictable.<br/><br/>Batman was -- of course -- very good at his job and his kick was swift, strong, and accurate. Yet, he was committing a mistake, as far as Regina was concerned. She was trained in a number of martial arts, from Aikido to Wing Chun, but it was the tenets of Jeet Kune Do which served her in everything she did. Kicking someone in the head was as sensible as punching them in the foot and -- in this one aspect of her life -- Regina refused to replace substance with style. Minimal movement, maximum impact, that was<i> her</i>philosophy and, as Batman kicked, he put himself in a position of being on one leg.<br/><br/>The new Queen of Gotham dropped with extraordinary speed, curling forward so that his leg sailed over her. Along with the vertical movement, though, she spun - one leg out and catching his, sweeping his leg out from beneath him and dropping him on his ass. The momentum of the spin allowed her to be standing within less than a second and she stepped back. He knew, she was sure, that he was outclassed and - had she chosen to push the advantage - she could have made his life a lot more difficult. So why did she do what she did? Well, almost certainly, she had something up her sleeve.<br/><br/>"Would you like to surrender now, Pet?"<br/><br/>-------<br/>Sarah looked at him in surprise as he said that he threw the first blow. Her expression was confused, concerned - was what she had heard wrong? "I.. I don't understand," she whispered. "Why did you attack her?" Regina reached out and, stroking his cheek, she smiled at him and licked her lip slowly.<br/><br/>"Yes, do tell us why you wanted to fight me, Pet.... tell us what you really wanted."