The connection of his batarang to the woman's shoulder did not exactly go as intended. She had played it about as well as could be expected when she backflipped and grabbed the device after it struck her. She hadn't lost her whip, his desired effect, and now he was down one of his weapons. He watched as the woman inspected her suit, he continued to analyze her appearance since he did not yet know who she actually was.<br/><br/>"How about I repay you with a big ball of yarn? Or maybe some catnip? Those should keep you busy for a while." Batman may not have been known for being a jokester, but he did have a dry sense of humor. It was a neccesity with his job, or he was bound to go insane with thd dark grittiness that found its way into the night on a consistent basis.<br/><br/>He marched forward toward his target. He was not the most agile person in the bulky suit, but he was capable enough at fighting. There was no need to charge too quickly, the whip she held posed a threat and he wanted to be able to react if she dared to crack it near him. As he got close Batman spun around swinging his right foot at waist height throwing a kick toward her stomach.