Things escelated rather quickly upon his entrance, and Batman knew he was going to need to assess the situation before things got too out of control. He barely had taken five steps into the bank when he saw her, The Joker, and numerous thugs who all had guns, some pointed at the bank tellers and six at himself. A trap, that is what this was, not a good one to be in either. Memories of the last fight he had with her gang were still fresh, most notably the fact that they had shattered the Kevlar in his suit, while this suit was new, it was identical to the other one. No improvements had been made, there simply wasn't enough time to do so. Not to mention his head and other body parts were not bullet proof either.<br/><br/>He listened to the woman talk. While he did so Batman's eyes danced all over her lucious frame. They took in the corset and how it pushed up her breasts in delight. Her jacket added to the bad ass quotitent of her outfit, much like his cape did. He respected it, and was attracted by it. Her makeup was a contrast of crazy and beautiful. The ourple eyeshadow made her jade green eyes pop, and commanded attention. It was easy to get lost in them while she introduced herself. Of course his attention was also pulled to her pants, or lack thereof. The tight booty shorts hugged her lower extremities that left little to the imagination and the fishnet stockings added a dark sultry look to her.<br/><br/><i>'Get close, make the field of fire smaller, give her men less of a target, and they shouldn't shoot if I am close to her.' </i>It was the logic that he used. Slowly he took a step forward, closing the gap between the two, then another. He watched the guns stay focused on him, but as some aimed at the back of their boss' brain they lowered their weapons. It was perfect, some small chance. Then he was within a single step of her. "I got your message," he began menacingly, "and I have a reply," without any other warning his right fist cut through the air like a hot knife through butter as it flew toward the left side of her jaw. His left leg had planted forward, but due to the peril of the situation surrounding them he didn't plan a secondary attack, and his balance was not as sturdy as he had hoped.