Legs buckled, and the Nightcap dropped; weight fell heavy and hard on its elbow and elicited a sharp cry as pain radiated twofold, shoulder and elbow. It made the rest of the arm feel numb, more unresponsive to the monster's whims than before.

It was rather infuriating, to say the least.

Snarling unintelligible sounds, it scrambled, rolling on its belly, legs kicking over the empty air at the edge of the roof as it scraped and scratched for Batwoman's ankles. There was no plan or half-formed idea of what to do if it grabbed hold, just to do it: act, maybe think, act some more. Kill her.