The majority of the men were gone, that much was true, the money had escaped, but taking down this clown would mean no more in the near future, ajd at least not from her. In Batman's eyes that was good enough for now all things considered. With narrow eyes he stood a watched the woman, much more closely this time than he had before since it was just one on one now. It was hard to not admit she was beautiful in her own right and the choice of clothing had a certain style to it that was pleasing to the eyes. Not to mention the purple was divine on her. It was too bad she was the enemy.<br/><br/>As she pulled out the device and pressed a button Batman thought he had made a major mistake, but the whining in the background told him that she hadn't yet detonated anything, a positive sign that there was still time. The thought of charging forward though was immediately quelled since the idea of her killing all of the captives would be a huge problem. The show with the cane was brilliant, he appreciated the skill involved in it, but kept his focus on her overall so as to not get caught watching so to speak. He watched the next device as well and paid attention to it disappearing, though her magic skills were superior to his observation.<br/><br/>The charge toward him was almost comical, and as he braced to take her down she tripped. He nearly laughed, but seeing the blood, he assumed it was at least, pouring from her nose put a stop to that. "You are going to need that looked at," he said as he stepped forward to help her. Just because she was the enemy didn't mean he didn't have a heart, he took her waving hand and then pain. The jolt surged through his suit and soon The Dark Knight screamed, "ahhhhhhhh!" Before he found himself on the floor in a spasming heap. He was paralyzed temporarily as his muscles twitched uncontrollably, unable to stop his new nemesis from doing anything.