[The Batman would indeed be peering down at Casey, kneeling on the edge of the roof, tensing, prepared to spring back if necessary. Fortunately, judging by the groaning and his position on the fire escape, Casey would need at least a few moments before he tried anything. If he could at all.]
[Casey's injuries were a higher priority at the moment, anyway. The Batman spoke:]
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[Casey's injuries were a higher priority at the moment, anyway. The Batman spoke:]
How's your head?