[ Midnighter ponders the sarcastic question with melodramatic flair, tilting his head, stroking his chin before he comes to a conclusion. ]

Hm, a little dread makes a relationship all the sweeter. Call him if you want, or we could break a few more kneecaps.

[ The iron pipe swings freely in his hand before it's pointed at a rooftop window that Red Hood had been observing. ]

The night is still young, after all.