Almost immediately after - frighteningly fast after, in fact - a woman in nursing scrubs appeared at the front down, storming out into the yard, the Titans communicator in her hand.

"Who are you?" She waved her hands. "You know what? Never mind, I don't care who you are. He doesn't want to talk to you, he doesn't want to see you - you - you terrible people. He's not going to be your cannon fodder. And if Batman sent you, you can tell him to -"

Annnd she broke off into rapidfire Spanish, talking about unpleasant things and exactly where Batman could shove them.

While she did that, her husband walked out through the door behind her, his expression stern but less wildly angry.