Batman turned his head aside. The fist skimmed his cowl and smashed into the console, driving shards of the shattered screen into Chen Mo's palm.
Chen Mo pulled his hand out, leaving the glass in his flesh, and wiped his palm across Batman's shoulder armor. Fragments fell away with the blood.
Batman caught his wrist and pinned that hand against the edge of the console, reaching for the support behind Chen Mo's waist with his other hand.
"Kneel."
Chen Mo laughed at that and drove his knee forward, slamming it between Batman's chest and abdomen. Batman bent at the waist, but his grip on Chen Mo's wrist did not loosen. Chen Mo seized the opening, grabbed his cowl, and slammed him into the console.
"Show me how."
Half the cowl cracked open. Chen Mo saw blood running from his forehead and felt a moment of satisfaction, followed by a little displeasure. The Bat was still reaching, still able to feel for the fastenings hidden beneath the protective gear. Once his fingertips brushed them, a quick test told him where to start taking it apart.
Chen Mo grabbed that hand and pressed it into the broken edge of the console.
"Can you see it? I put it right here for you. Saves you looking."
Batman avoided the sharp corner, wound his arm around Chen Mo's forearm along the wrist, and struck the inside of his elbow with his elbow guard. Chen Mo's hand sank. Batman slipped out to the side, grabbed what remained of the back brace, and maneuvered Chen Mo's body beneath the hanging maintenance arm.
Chen Mo could still move his arms, and his fists kept flying. Bruce took two blows on his shoulder armor, braced his boots against the floor, and pushed the mounting point on Chen Mo's