"Put the dagger down." The knight had dealt with a vast amount of criminals over the past decades, as any good citizen of Gotham knew, but he was now speaking to a man holding a dagger drenched in the blood of Selina. Millions of thoughts strechted across Bruce's mind. She could easily have been dead by now. In the back of his mind, he remembered something that separated him and Selina, besides the law. She, (unlike the scientific mind of Bruce) had always believed in luck, and in the many lives of a cat such as herself. Bruce prayed that she had been right all along.
What little amount of logic was left in the man's sick mind knew that he was no match for the Batman. But the madness that had consumed his mind convinced himself that he had a chance to escape, at the very least. The imposter crouched down and bowed before the knight. He spoke in a disturbingly calm voice.
"I hope I have provided enough medical drama for you this evening, good sir. But just in case. . ." The man swiftly threw the dagger, slicing the dawn's air. Batman treated it as if it were simply a gnat in his view. With as little movement as possible, he swatted the dagger away into a pile of garbage cans. The loud crash of the dagger startled a black cat and left it scurrying away into the streets of Gotham.
Batman approached the man, not in the face of justice that he typically wallowed in, but in rage. He took the man's head and bashed it against the brick wall, again and again. The imposter shook his head and made an almost amusing attempt to do the same to Batman. He instantly ducked away from the imposter's attack. He found it difficult to believe that such a pathetic fighter could reduce Selina to such a state. But it was obvious that his attack on her, in daylight, and with her unmasked, left her vunerable. Still trying to piece together what this man's intentions were, and how he entered Wayne Manor undetected, Bruce continued to crush the man. He knew exactly what techniques would truly damage the man, and what would simply cause extreme pain, the kind that he knew she must have felt.
The imposter's head was spinning, blood was now seeping behind his mask and into his eyes. The man, though badly injured, continued to mock Batman. He spoke with a false sense of pride.
"You know, I rather like this costume, it really looks much better on me. . ." Bruce dogded every jab, every punch, every kick that the imposter could deliver.
"As does your woman." The imposter smiled at Batman. He began showing his true speed and strength. He managed to duck beneath a powerful blow from Batman, which lead to a painful meeting between Batman's fist and the brick wall. Bruce heard his fist crack, but made no sound.
Batman knew that at this point the man had to have fractured his skull. He was visibly unable to coordinate properly. The knight took the oppurtunity to toss the man into three steel garbage cans. Out of the corner of his unblinking eye, Bruce saw the twitch of her delicate finger, her hand. . .her arm. Selina's head snapped in the opposite direction. He could see the whites of her eyes as she blinked rapidly. He assumed the worst. . . a seizure. He couldn't risk losing anymore time to save the woman who over the years had become so much more to him than a common thief. She was his enemy, his passion, his weakness, his equal.
He turned his head to the garbage cans only to find that the imposter was gone. Bruce lowered his head and watched Selina in the most vunerable state he had ever seen her in. He kneeled down and lifted her body effortlessly. He pressed his hand against her wound, the blood flow was slowly decreasing. But permanent damage was another issue, and he knew that time was a factor.