Black Mask: You’re in big trouble, pal. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast!
Red Hood: You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?
And now he just feels sorry for you, Roman.
Black Mask: You’re in big trouble, pal. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast!
Red Hood: You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?
And now he just feels sorry for you, Roman.
Red Hood [to Black Mask]: You know, I can give you a list of people who’ve underestimated me. None of them have done it a second time.
Batman: We’ve got to find Black Mask.
Nightwing: Black Mask’s not to going to talk.
Batman: Depends on how we ask the question.
* Cue: Bat-glare/Bat-grin *
Because the world’s most awesome butler’s got your back…
Alfred: As before, Mr. Mask, Mr. Hood is upstairs with an unhealthy number of firearms. Please don’t try to run.
Black Mask: You’re pathological!
Jason: It’s too late for flattery.
Black Mask: You don’t get to talk to me, Red Hood!
Red Hood: Considering I’m the one with the weapons, I can say what I want.
Trying to decipher Red Hood’s identity be like…
Black Mask: So, this rumor about your being Wayne royalty, is it true?
Red Hood: I don’t know. Can it get me free drinks at the Iceberg Lounge?
Mexican standoff be like…
Black Mask: I’ll make it quick. I promise.
Red Hood: I appreciate that. I’ll try and do the same.
Black Mask [in his car, on cell phone]: Perhaps we can arrange a meet.
Red Hood: Where are you now?
Black Mask: I’m sitting in my office.
Red Hood: I doubt that.
Black Mask: Why would you doubt that?
Red Hood: If you were in your office right now, we’d be having this conversation face-to-face. *hangs up*
Black Mask: You’re in big trouble, pal. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast!
Red Hood: You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?