Batman fights back against White Rabbit.

Effort returning to his expression, Batman thrust both palms into the mat below. How could he even think like that? Surrender was not an option. It was never going to be his choice.

Forcing himself up to his knees, he flipped on his detective vision. Unfortunately, even if it was something that could help against future exposure to her tail, it quickly proved too untenable for him to use now. His vision was compromised enough without the technologically-enhanced lens changing his worldview. Those lights that came from the defeated men around him spinning in his eyes would only cause him further confusion.

Batman flicked it back off, then finally managed to get himself back to his feet. Keeping his head bowed, he flexed both arms, bending his elbows at his hips. His stance would have looked to an outsider like he was lifting the very air itself, struggling to keep his composure.

Not the message he needed to send, but at the very least, White Rabbit would know that he wasn’t giving up.

“If you insist,” she replied to his unspoken declaration.

Finally, he lifted his chin to look up, putting an arm out before his nose to shield half of his shaking vision. White Rabbit was standing (he assumed) a few feet away from him, stepping closer. Batman took a half-step backward, raising his other arm in preparation of another engagement.

At a closer distance, White Rabbit lifted her right leg high into the air, almost putting her two legs into a vertical line with each other. A brief flash from her tail crept over his wrist, making him delay slightly as his eyes averted. He still managed to evade her ax kick with another backstep, her boot audibly crashing into the ground with a thud.

Batman was about to step back in to throw a return kick, but White Rabbit then suddenly launched into a front flip, her legs in another vertical split as she launched upward. He was treated to another unwelcome flash from her tail as she came down in a flying ax kick. This second strike missed thanks to him stumbling backwards, but it was hardly an intentional dodge, evidenced by him falling down at the end of it.

He was a bit more in control of this fall, so he only needed two rolls to find his feet again, hurriedly turning back to face her as she pressed her attack. White Rabbit came at him with another kick, this time a roundhouse that saw her rotate around in an attempt to flash him again. He faded backward out of range, twisting around to his right. He finally managed to get off a counterstrike, offering a low push kick at her knee as it came down.

His attempt missed as she reared it back just in time, flexibly high-stepping over his leg with her next pace as she came back at him with a wheel kick now. Batman just managed to duck under it, which of course put his face closer to her tail as she spun.

Grunting, Batman tried to throw a second push kick at her plant leg this time, but White Rabbit acrobatically avoided it with a well-timed butterfly kick.

This one finally made contact, heel knocking into his chin. Dizzied as he was, Batman had no chance of keeping his balance. He slipped backward, but rolled through it, his eyes treated to another helping of her tail as he rose.

She continued her attack, offering several more high kicks with several spins. Batman had no opportunity to get in any offense against her while she moved like this, only just trying to keep out of range until she stopped or left him an opening.

And all through the while, he kept getting pieces of her tail flashing into his vision. He knew that he needed to avoid contact with it at all costs, but the fact that it was something he needed to avoid kept giving her tail that forbidden fruit attribute, making him keep flicking his eyes to her rear even though he kept telling himself to stop.

Every glance made him slow down, tempting him further. Every attack White Rabbit threw at him made her breasts and booty jiggle, attracting his eyes to her captivating curves. Every backstep subtly lowered his shielding arm, treating him to even more of her hypnotic tail.

This was bad. His focus was waning, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to sustain his combat for much longer. Fighting at distance with her was a losing battle; even though none of her strikes had actually landed since her butterfly kick, he doubted they were even supposed to hit him. The real attacks were how she enticed him to look at her tail, and every glimpse brought him closer and closer to defeat.

He needed to get in close and grapple with her again. Batman gritted his teeth, prepared to absorb one of her whirling attacks if necessary. He was having trouble tracking her movements with his swimming vision, but if he could get his hands on her, he could handle her. He was certain of it. Heck, White Rabbit had to be getting dizzy herself by now, right? How long could she possibly keep up these spins?

Conveniently enough, he got his answer at that very moment, as she skidded to a stop. He couldn’t tell if her left foot came down off-balance because she was dizzy or if he just imagined it because he was dizzy. She placed it nearly in the same spot as her right foot, bunching them up so as to adopt another rabbit pose.

Steadying himself as best as possible, Batman feinted forward, trying to draw her into another counter. It seemed to have worked, getting White Rabbit to try to reach out for him just as he lurched backward out of the way.

She cocked her head to the side, folding her back leg under her bottom, placing her own heel against her tail as she reset. He once again marveled at her incredible balance, noting how she had managed not to overextend after close to a minute of launching into multiple spinning attacks.

The foot lowered back to the ground, landing in front of the right with both knees adopting a slight bend. White Rabbit raised both arms, showing him her empty palms as she spread all of her fingers. Her confident smile was pulled into a tight line, split by bared teeth as she concentrated fully on him.

Batman felt his moment come. She was rearing up to grapple with him. Was she hiding another trick up her sleeve?