The Bat stopped, fingers moving to one of the many weapons built into the suit of armor. A quick sidestep had the Dark Knight fading into a shadow to watch. Why was there some citizen stepping into cause trouble? And, why did he look and sound familiar?
"Alfred, who's this?" A quick quiet question placed to the man with so many answers.
The witch wasn't stopping. No, there were plans, and tonight would be the big night. Finally!
"Bite me, boyo!" was screamed as a flash of something burst around the thief. There was the sound of something crashing, but for the moment the Bat had to regain control of a momentarily malfunctioning helmet. There might have been a few soft Chinese curse words.