Lust sipped her drink and winced but smiled as she watched the bloodbath unfold. "We really should stop him before he kills the guy." but she did nothing more than take another sip.
It'd be another few moments, when Nicholas' hands would have red on them, some from the blood of the big man, some probably from his own cracked knuckles because of the sheer force of his hits that Lust turned to Wrath and said, "I have an idea."
The tattooed guy was barely putting up a fight now but more just pathetically squirming. Lust then said, "He's almost worn himself out. Knock Batman out cold, he won't remember what hit him. We can take him back to his place and... take care of him." she looked at Nicholas and slowly grinned, nothing nurturing about it.