He had a laugh about the plaque. See, this was the kind of humor Dick thrived on. Ridiculous sarcasm. It was exactly the same sort of humor he had when going into pretty much any sort of situation and tended to come out in banter with his friends and his foes. Look, he dealt with dark shit most of the time. If he didn't use humor to combat it as much as he did his fighting skills, he'd be a broody grumpkins like his mentor.
"Yeah, I don't really recommend Gotham to anyone," he said. "Sounds like everyone's hometowns are pretty fucked up." He didn't really get why anyone would call themselves The Penguin either, although he had resembled one, kinda, minus all the cute parts.
At the ring question, he paused because, well, that was definitely permanent. And yeah, he did have experience there. "I have," he said. "I bought one and got engaged. Then un-engaged, but not for bad reasons? Just reasons."