"Stop it!" John hissed at Robin. He could feel a simmering rage just being in the mere vicinity of the little smug sack of shit. "What pal? Arizona? Never heard of it. I was in Seattle for work, shithead."
"Ohhh can I?" Scarlet said, cracking his knuckles loudly, bouncing on his toes. "Just to warm him up a little? A little tenderising?" John looked at him then.
"You look like shit too. All of you been getting your arses handed to you lately. How does that feel? Pretty rotten I bet." His lip curled in contempt.
"Let me at 'im," Scarlet said to Robin. "Just once?"