Wow, he sure can move when he really wants to.

Black Mask:

Are you telling me that scumbag stole my guns, *again*? Ms. Li:
No, sir, he destroyed them. Blew up the truck, the driver... Black Mask:
Damn it! Of all the... *Damn it!* Ms. Li:
Previously he was just enlisting anyone under our province to come work for him. Now he just seems to be killing them. Black Mask:
Oh, so we got another Batman? One who doesn't mind the blood? Ms. Li:
No, sir. He's no Batman. He's still taking huge cuts from off the streets. But now, he's eliminating the competition. He's coming after you. [Black Mask upends his desk in a rage and starts pacing the room] Black Mask:
You wanna tell me why this guy ain't dead? Ms. Li:
We're trying. We sent the Fearsome Hand of Four. Black Mask:
[punches out his bodyguard]
Four? Guess they're gonna need a new name. [punches out a second] Black Mask:
Why hasn't Batman wiped this little smear off the face of the planet? Ms. Li:
Maybe he doesn't want to. Perhaps he's letting your and the Red Hood war it out. He could be waiting... Black Mask:
[punches out a third]
To take on the winner? What does he think this is? [punches out a fourth] Black Mask:
A *tennis tournament*? Ms. Li:
I'm just saying... Black Mask:
You're an idiot! And you don't know Batman! He's not letting this lunatic just run wild, he can't catch him either...! Or it's something else. Can't you feel it? We're stuck in the damn crossfire! [a laser dot appears on his chest, and he gasps. He looks out the window and sees the Red Hood on a rooftop, aiming a rocket launcher] Black Mask:
Oh, hell... [Black Mask dashes out of the room, followed quickly by Ms. Li and the guards] Red Hood:
Wow, he sure can move when he really wants to. [fires]