[He dodged to the side out of instinct, the pipe striking his left shoulder.] FRAK! [He fell forward, barely grabbing hold of the fire escape. Straining from the deep, numbing sensation running through his arm, he pulled himself up. 'Work through the pain!' the old man's voice shouted in his head. God, what could he do against a 'porter? It had to tire the guy out somewhat to keep doing that, but there was only so much that Batman could take. Gotta trip him up, ruin his concentration. Reaching into a utility belt pouch, he withdrew a small grenade. Don't have many of them in the suit, gotta make it count. He groaned loudly, clutching his wounded arm and curling inward.]
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