Fuzzy vision, like a television gone bad, filled Batman's eyes as his head was slammed unceremoniously back into the ground. The use of the ears on his cowl a humiliating gesture. He didn't even get to watch the way the Joker jumped up into the air thus he was not prepared for her landing on his chest. It blasted out whatever oxygen he had regained and made it a struggle to get any back while she stood on his chest.<br/><br/>He could hear the sound of her sharp stilleto grinding into the emblem on his chest, the crackling of mud being ground into the suit. The intimidation all but gone, sullied by her boots, scratched up by her heels, under boots his body lied prone and powerless. The view up her fishnet covered thighs after the boots up to the booty shorts that covered her pussy caught his attention and is where Batman's eyes were temporarily focused as she walked off of him and around to be between his legs. It was then his eyes continued up her corset, and her jacket, seeing her breasts barely contained by the tight device. The vibrant colors were nice and appealing and the tight outfit was a blessing to his inner male.<br/><br/>"No," was his simple and easy answer. Despite what troubles it might bring with her foot in his crotch Batman made a last ditch effort to back her up and kicked out at the shin of the leg on his crotch. He wasn't quite sure what to accomplish, the effect being that her foot merely slid off since the force behind the quick movement was lacking. He hurt from the fall, and his mind was still swirling a bit after her slamming it into the floor. "I will never willingly go to the bedroom with you. You are a monster, and I will take you down..." it was the typical superhero line, he knew it and he figured it wouldn't mean much, but anything that delayed time and allowed him to recover played to his benefit.