Erron Black: Well, well, look who’s wandered into the Outworld. Red Hood, right?”
Red Hood: You’ve got a keen eye, cowboy. But don’t mistake me for a tourist.
Erron Black: Well, I know everyone from this realm. But never met you before./I've never met a tourist with a mask like yours.
Erron Black: You wear that hood like it means something. What’s your story, kid?
Red Hood: My story? It’s a long one, filled with pain and betrayal.
Erron Black: You should’ve tried living with my ma and pa./Try living with my family? You will know pain and betrayal.
Erron Black: I’ve seen a lot of faces come and go. Yours won’t be any different.
Red Hood: Guess we’ll find out, partner.
Erron Black: You no partner of mine, friend./Partner? You red-faced lookin’ mask freak!
Erron Black: You’re a long way from Gotham, Hood.
Red Hood: And you’re a long way from the Wild West, cowboy. What’s your game?”
Erron Black: Hunting down and bringin’ in punks just like you down!
Erron Black: Why do you wear that hood?
Red Hood: Lost someone. You?
Erron Black: Lost everyone.
Erron Black: I’ve seen men like you before. Angry. Seeking vengeance.
Red Hood: Vengeance? Nah, I’m just here to put a bullet through your skull.
Erron Black: Draw./I think you got that backwards, kid.
Erron Black: Fast talk won’t save you, kid.
Red Hood: Kid? I’ve been through hell and back, cowboy. Fast talk? That’s just my warm-up.
Erron Black: Warm-up or not, Hood, bullets speak louder than words. And my revolver’s got a lot to say.
Erron Black: Well, well, look who’s wandered into my corner of the multiverse.
Red Hood: Your corner? I’ve got a bone to pick with whoever’s running this cosmic circus.”
Erron Black: Well, Red Hood, seems like we’re both in the same boat. Let’s see who can rock it better.
Erron Black: Fast talk won’t save you, kid.
Red Hood: Tough talk don’t win fights!
Erron Black: You done it now, boy./(chuckles) I’ve seen tougher folks at a Texas saloon.
Erron Black: You’re quick, Hood.
Red Hood: I’ve tangled with worse.
Erron Black: Really? Have you met me yet?/You haven’t even seen worse yet, kiddo.
Erron Black: Why the hood, Jason?
Red Hood: It’s a reminder. Of who I was. Who I am.
Erron Black: Guess we’re both haunted./You ain’t worth spit.
Erron Black: This ends now.
Red Hood: Not for me.
Erron Black: You’re all broth and no beans.
Erron Black: Well, Hood, this ain’t Kansas anymore.
Red Hood: Don’t call me Hood.
Erron Black: You giving me lip there, boy?!/Somebody needs to teach you some manners, kid!
Erron Black: You know, Hood, I’ve seen some strange things in the Outworld. But this? This takes the cake.
Red Hood: Yeah, well, Gotham’s got its fair share of freaks too. You ever meet a guy who dresses like a bat?
Erron Black: A bat? Now that’s just downright peculiar. What’s his deal?
Erron Black: Well, partner, here’s to surviving another day.
Red Hood: Cheers. And try not to shoot me in the back next time.”
Erron Black: No promises.
Erron Black: Gotham? Sounds like a lovely vacation spot.
Red Hood: Yeah, if you’re into masked psychos and acid rain.
Erron Black: Well, partner, here’s to surviving another day.
Erron Black: And, your deal is what exactly?
Red Hood: I’m the cure of a sick sad world!
Erron Black: (sighs, bored) Thrilling./You’re all broth and no beans./You ain’t worth spit.
Erron Black: I’ve seen men like you—angry, haunted.
Red Hood: Haunted? You have no idea.
Erron Black: I was young like you, ya know.
Erron Black: There’s a price on your head, Jason.
Red Hood: Let me guess. Catwoman.
Erron Black: Bingo./How you know?
Erron Black: Y'know, together we can take out Raiden and those perky Kombat Kids.
Red Hood: I don't need help from a hired Outworld thug!
Erron Black: Hired thug, am I?!/Watch that tone of yours, boy!
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Red Hood: You’re not the first gunslinger I’ve faced.
Erron Black: And you won’t be the last.
Red Hood: Just try me, cowboy./(sighs) Let get this done./Care to wager your life on that?
Red Hood: You think redemption’s possible?
Erron Black: Depends on the price.
Red Hood: I’ve paid enough.
Red Hood: Tell me, cowboy. Why do you fight?
Erron Black: For survival.
Red Hood: Me too./Bullcrap! You fight for the thrill of it./Bullcrap! You fight for coins.
Red Hood: You’re not half bad, cowboy.
Erron Black: Likewise, kid.
Red Hood: Nobody calls me “kid!”/Admit it, Black. I miles better.
Red Hood: Together!
Erron Black: For the realms!
Red Hood: Til the better man who stands tall.
Red Hood: I hear you’re good with that six-shooter, Erron. But I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve too.
Erron Black: Tricks? Son, I’ve been around longer than your fancy gadgets.
Red Hood: You sound just like The Bat!/Don’t lecture me about gadgets, Black.
Red Hood: You’re a hired gun, right? How much for a bullet between the eyes?
Erron Black: Depends on how much you’re willing to bleed, Hood.
Red Hood: Bleeding's not my concern, Black. But the price? Let's just say it'll cost you more than a handful of silver coins.
Red Hood: Guess we make a decent team.
Erron Black: Don’t get sentimental.
Red Hood: No sentiment here, just stating facts.
Red Hood: Speaking of issues, why do you wear that hat? Trying to hide a bad haircut?
Erron Black: This hat’s seen more action than your fancy gadgets. And it’s got character.
Red Hood: Character? It’s got more holes than Swiss cheese.
Red Hood: You’re a real charmer, Black.
Erron Black: Charm’s overrated. Survival’s not.
Red Hood: You ever think about retiring? Settling down?
Red Hood: From serving Kano at The Black Dragon to working for Kotal Kahn!
Erron Black: Yep. What your point?
Red Hood: Where do your loyalty lies, exactly?