Terry almost cringed at the words, the voice telling him that there was something similar between a killer and Batman. They were both righting wrongs. Both slipping past the law.
As he rolled up, he managed to push himself up to his feet despite being uneven on them as he tried to fix the video screen in his cowl to no avail. "Are you there?" He spoke into the speaker he knew was linked to Max (his partner's)computer system in hopes that if something happened to him she'd be able to track his last communication as a clue of sorts. He knew she would get, but then the video link faded out completely and he was on his own.
"Personally I don't have time for heroes." His mouth tasted coppery from blood, and he fought a wave of dizziness brought on by the rock. Ignoring the pain was often part of the job, and he accepted that. He advanced on him again-but without the video link he could only see broken images. He was fighting half blind. There were punches thrown, whenever he did manage a glimpse between snow and darkness on his video screens.