“Oh, believe me…hehe…I know. Patience is not your strongest suit. Rushing to the east Jesus nowhere because your mother dearest is, in fact, alive. Overlooking the hints…the little clues that would’ve told you to think twice…and where did that get you, hm? Six feet under.”
“Fair? When have we ever played fair?”
"Like I’ve had time to spare. Clues and hints and all that crap; you wouldn’t get straight to the point, would you? No, you had to pull that show for everyone to see. Twice. Trust me, I have no intention of digging myself another grave. I’m dying to see you suffering, beaten to death with that same crowbar."
“Hm, maybe I should consider it. Most of the people I’m usually around can’t tell when I’m being sarcastic either. Food for thought.”
“I guess it’s because they’ve focused so much on their methods of yanking people from their homes that they haven’t really considered how unimpressed we’d be with their setting.”
“They might be hinting at you that you need to make some changes. Character changes or whatever. New personality traits and all that.”
“I don’t really care about that, to be honest. I come from a proper hell hole anyway, but decent tech, at least decent phones are a must. And guns, I’m really disappointed at the shit quality of those things.”
“Harley? Pft…why would I want to say goodbye to her?”
“Well, if I’m going to be gone a while…I suppose I would miss smacking her around…”
“I’m going to let you guess. I’m not the Riddler though, I’m not that patient.”
“You’ll be gone for good, clown. Coming to think of it, you didn’t give me a chance to say my goodbyes. i shouldn’t let you do that either. It’s only fair.”