"You know, leaders shouldn't let people give them any names, exept maybe a title. I picked Rufio," Rufio grinned at the Batman. His tone was playful, he was just pushing buttons the way boys did with their friends. There was really no reason to think of the Bat as anything else, unless something happened.
"Laws are stupid. If you have a good group you don't need 'em." A good group of friends, people who looked out for each other. Who settled things in-house and had a leader to sort out the arguments, and make sure everybody was treated right. Rufio didn't like that about the City, there was no unity in the people. That's why there were people getting hurt and bullied all the time. Too many people in a little space, and nobody had the same purpose.
"Rework my traps," he huffed slightly and rolled his eyes. Every trap he'd made had been carefully set up and positioned, it was all intentional. He didn't mind people getting into his Fort. No building could keep everybody out, after all, but once they got in the mayhem and the chaos of the traps would keep them busy while Rufio either escaped or dealt with them in his own time. "Yeah. Ok." He looked around, then went back to the door and stood in it. The City would move again, with any luck, and get the body away from his door. In the meantime he wasn't going to invite Batman back in, though, they weren't true friends. Not yet.