"Oomf!"

I'm getting tired of getting by by fighting off mob men. They're like the stuffed animals of the criminal world. Every time you use a little pressure, they make about four different sounds. I've heard the Joker makes about three. A laugh, a monologue, and the sound of chaos. I hear that I make about five: The sound of roaring engines, talking, shattering bones, snores, and eating.

As the whining of the sonic distraction began to die down and the mob men regained theid senses, I did Bruce and myself a favor. Tapping a small black button on my wrist gauntlet, I activated a small laser light at the top of my wrist's base. From there, I pointed it at the eye of the man who was staring down The Batman. The surprise, while useless to me, did buy Bruce a precious moment to make an opportunistic strike, one I'm sure he'd make.

Most people don't realize something about fighting. They don't realize how hard fighting really is. There are no 'fair fights', someone always has some sort of advantage that unlevels the playing field. It's not an art, it's a struggle for your life. So I never feel bad when I make an 'overly vicious' attack.

"Gahahahaha!" By overly vicious, I mean to say that an example would be extending my staff into the man's testicles,