“Listen tweenie bird, I don’t have all day. Since you’re new in town, let me give you the lowdown.” Oz responded, unaware that Red Robin and Robin were the same person. He needed to refocus this masked man’s energy in a more productive direction... “And let’s get a few things straight. I’m not a killer... well, let me rephrase, I don’t like to kill. I’m an upstanding businessman. Most of the time. Second, I am not afraid of the GCPD. I own those pigs. I take them out for dinner. I supply the drugs for their drug busts, the hookers for their lonely evenings, the first-time offenders for their rehabilitation programs, and the funding for their Christmas bonuses. Actually, they’re not entirely unlike yourself, a bunch of glorified costumed rent-a-cops with delusions of keeping the city under control. You know who really keeps control of this city? Me. And maybe Batman. But he hasn’t even been around recently. So who does that leave? Me. And maybe Batgirl. And now you. But mostly me. Third, I had no love for Wayne – but he didn’t deserve to go down in some random dark alley to some pint-sized no-name in a hit and run. No man does. Did I kill him? No. That’s not my style.
“Now... I’ll tell you about the gun and Wayne’s killer – but we need to have a deal. My part of the deal – I tell you who they are. Your part of the deal - if you find them first – you give them to me... before I turn them over to the cops. It’s as simple as that. You see, we haven’t been able to find them just yet and... as you can well understand, they need to answer to me, be made an example of, and all that. Oh, and let’s not do this again. Make an appointment with my secretary next time you want to talk. What do you say, red? Do we have an understanding?”