Red Hood: *glares at criminal*

Red Hood: I’m going to go oil my chainsaw.

Red Robin: What?

Nightwing: *whispering* Jay, we don’t need the chainsaw. Is that what’s in that bag?

Red Hood: Oh, we do. Because drawing a confession out of someone is like doing a beautiful dance. A beautiful dance with a chainsaw.

Red Robin: He makes less and less sense as the days go by.

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Must be all that Lazarus Pit fluid.