WARNING: Entering heavy metal zone!
After shoving around pimply longhaired teenagers in the pit for a bit and knocking out that one obnoxious, sweaty (and of course, topless) baldhead, you hear the singer shout: I... NEED... MORE.... STAGEDIVES!
You growl, which is what you always do when pondering important life decisions. After all, you are the batman. The kids surrounding you take a cautious step back.
WDYD?
...pull out your grappling hook and prepare to enter the stage
...start doing your signature bat-mower (c) move, much to the dismay of punters left and right, who unlike you, are not wearing any bullet-proof armour. So what, you think. I AM THE BATMAN!