Blinded by the battle at hand Batman moved forward with all the confidence his female foe would be feeling a bit worse for wear. This was in spite of the fact that in all their previous battles she had bounced back with grace from his onslaughts. As she approached, and he did the same, the oncoming spinning roundhouse kicks landed with devastating force. The solid connection to the side of his face tried to snap his head to the side, something the suit didn't exactly allow for thus they turned his body with each landing.<br/><br/>Staggered and rocked Batman was forced on the defensive only to be met with a fist to the throat, the protection from the suit only doing so much as his hands went up immediately and he coughed from the impact and damage. The knife slashing the emblem on his chest didn't hurt necessarily, and didn't much send him reeling anymore than he was, but the damage was humiliating in front of the raucous crowd. Of course so was the stumbling crash through the table.<br/><br/>The cheers of the crowd were obvious, and which ones cheering was no big mystery. Those at the table surrounding him smiled wide at the downed hero. "Loser!" "Down goes Batsy!" "What a stumbling freak!" The taunts kept coming from various places as Batman's face went flush red. Punch and red wine had spilt onto his suit, glass from empty dishes littered the ground. Batman worked hard to push himself up, he had been his worse from her, but not so many times consecutively to the head which was throbbing in the moment. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye as one of the women from earlier axe kicked him in the chest and sent him back down flat on his back. Two women stood on his hands, digging the heels of their shimmering shoes into his palms to keep him pinned for Joker to have.