One well placed sickening kick was all he managed to land with Joker on the ground. He was disappointed and hungry for more. A small part of him was impressed by her as well. Joker had managed to take some hard shots to her core and still get up for a fight. Batman was confident though that he now held the advantage with her. His eyes were narrowed and hardened as he stalked forward toward the backpeddling woman.<br/><br/>She was bound to run out of real estate soon, her back would find a wall soon, and then things changed. She had grabbed a metal pipe and instead of retreating came back at him. The distance was so small that changing tactics from offense to defense so quickly was not possible. His hands had been at his sides when the pipe connected with his abdomen. While not painful due to the protection he had there he still felt the impact and it still thrust some air from his lungs. There was a saying, 'if a man can't breathe, he can't fight,' clearly something that this woman had implemented well.<br/><br/>Normally a blow to the back of the knees would have forced him down onto them, but the force exerted was enough to take Batman off his feet entirely and with flailing arms he landed hard on his back. His cape managed to land underneath him, and for the time being all the winded caped crusader could do was groan and squirm.