Same old reaction. Batman really needed to get some new lines; Jason didn't think he could take listening to his repetitive spiel for much longer without wanting to turn his own gun around and shoot himself in the head. Rolling his eyes, Jason lifted his free hand and placed it on top of his mouth, sending off an overly dramatic yawn in hopes of getting Bruce to shut up. "We already know how you feel about killing," Jason declared, stepping to the side just a little. He didn't want to linger in place long enough for Bruce to find some sort of environmental advantage against him. It was unlikely that he'd be able to reach into his handy dandy utility belt and pull out one of his gadgets to stop him - this time - with Jason's gun aimed at him, but that didn't mean that Jason was going to risk Bruce finding some other way to throw him off his game.
Tonight was his.
Bruce would have plenty of his own when he was right again.
"I need you to cooperate with me if you want this to stop," Jason confessed. "Come with me. Don't fight me. Don't try to stop me. Let me show you the real world from where I stand." Bruce probably wouldn't agree to just up and walk away with Jason. No, he'd try and fight him the second he put his gun down. Jason smiled. "And, to make things a little more interesting, I'll go right ahead and tell you that the place we're going is rigged with so many explosives the mere sight of them all would make your head spin so bad the girl from the Exorcist would be jealous. So. You can come with me or you can try and stop me, which will inevitably end with people being killed. Because of you."
If there was one thing that Batman could not stand, it was the idea of there being blood on his hands.
And if there was one thing that the Red Hood could stand, it was lying right to Batman's face to get what he wanted.