Help, it was not something he had ever had. In fact Bruce had never once considered having help in fighting crime in the streets of Gotham. He preferred to work alone and every feeling told him that it would be best if he stuck to that ideal. Mainly because he would be worried about her since she was a woman. Still, there was a lot of ground to cover and this woman seemed like more than capable in a fight.<br/><br/>"Fine, you can help, but stay out of my way. Also tell me your name or alias at the very least." He continued marching for the door, heading back through the gap and toward the hallway. The warehouse seemed to grow, though it hadn't, as he desperately needed to get outside. Batman's cape billowed behind him, the brisk walk was all the faster he could move in the stiff heavy suit, but he didn't generally need more than that by any stretch of the imagination.<br/><br/>Reaching outside he pointed to a crane, "go there and stop the guys running that, I will take care of the men on the ground doing the heavy lifting."