The swiftness of his opponent caught Batman off guard, she had evaded his fist and furthermore managed to land a punch of her own, to a weak point no less. While not debilitating Batman felt the twinge of pain and for a moment breathing became harder, his eyes were wide with surprise. Still he made another attempt only to find his legs faltering quickly from her sweep. He crashed hard forward as the Kevlar chestplate pressed hard into his ribs and was further pushed by Joker's knees in his back. He felt her hands pin his wrists while her taunting words filled his ears.<br/><br/>This was not at all how he had planned things to happen. Batman knew he had to regain the advantage in the midst of the snickering from the Joker's men. She was brutal, a skilled and worthy opponent, but he was not without skills too. He still had the strength advantage as he lifted his right hand through her grasp, grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked the woman forward off of him.<br/><br/>"Get off of me you bitch," he spat angrily at her while propping himself up on all fours. Using vulgar language in anger was not typically his style, but this was a rare moment where an exception could be made. He had little doubts she would be able to recover quickly, so he sprung to his feet as swiftly as his suit would allow to be ready to re-engage in battle. Batman kicked out with his right foot and struck the inside of her left knee, his balance was a bit wobbly with his head spinning from impact so a follow up to the attack was not easily done as he had to re-establish his balance.