With the hostage now free and wisely booking it, Jason firmly looks up at the tar monster. It's one less factor to worry about now. He's not intimidated. He's faced worse. If the creature smells Jason, he might catch a faint mixed scent of motor oil, gun oil, and gunshot residue.

"Name's Red Hood, Eddie," Jason replies casually. "Don't know what the living situation is for you two but it sounds like it's time to go on a diet. Besides, you can have that shit you just said without eating jaywalkers."