"Fine." Oh yes, always fine. "Some have left with me. You might have tails out the back, stay alert."
As he advised caution in others, the Bat made a spectacle of himself with nine armed gunmen on his tail. Fortunately, for the Bat, "a spectacle" involved staying just out of gunshot range and revealing glimpses of silhouette or cape as he hauled himself off street level and onto the rooftops.
Things were going well until a lucky shot dug deep into one calf and he took a hard spill across some uncomfortable roof paving, but the armor was sound and while he was in pain, he wasn't bleeding and he could move well enough.
He judged himself far enough away from the others, and he dropped down the side of the building, hanging silently, listening for sounds of further pursuit.