Red Hood: *takes off his helmet, adjusts his domino mask, and lights up a cigarette*
Driver: Sir, that’s not –
Red Hood: *blows smoke out of a window and offers him a stick* Want one?
Driver: No, it’s, it’s fine. *gulps* Thank you.
Red Hood: You seen any penguins lately?
Driver: Penguins… Like, the ones at the zoo?
Red Hood: No. Suspicious ones.
Driver: I, um… don’t think so.
Red Hood: *puts his cigarette out and flicks it into a garbage bin they pass* Just drop me off at that bar right there.
Driver: Are you sure? Because it says on the map that we’re still half a mile away from The Daily Planet –
Red Hood: *reloading a gun and muttering to himself while looking intensely out the of the window* There you are, you piece of filth. Hiding out in Metropolis like the coward that you are –
Driver: *gulps as he eyes him through the rear view mirror*
Red Hood: *hands a hundred dollar bill to the driver, then pats him on the shoulder* Thanks, man.
Driver: *gets a jolt as he hears the door slam shut* You’re welcome, Sir… Rason Rodd.