Panel 1: View is from a dark street corner looking straight into the heart of downtown Gotham. Most of the light in the panel can be found stretching out from the Bat-symbol lighting up the sky. Red Hood is speeding on a motorcycle straight at the reader.
Red Hood (Caption): My drinking buddies usually ask, "Why rope yourself back into their drama? What's the point?"
Panel 2: In the foreground, a fist is connecting with the right side of the Mad Hatter’s face. Blood and teeth fly out of his mouth. In the background, Red Hood is extending his arm into Mad Hatter’s jaw.
Red Hood (Caption): The basic answer is the adrenaline kick we get. Any cape or psycho will tell you it's the thrill that locks you into this lifestyle.
Red Hood (Caption): A lifestyle choice that led to the ass-kicking of others and plenty of Bat-finger wagging at me
Panel 3: Full view of Red Hood doing a split-kick in the air with Tweedledum and Tweedledee each taking a kick to the head.
Red Hood (Caption): I’m not as perceptive as Tim and I’ll never be as reliable as Dick. I'll always be me: the rowdy Robin
Red Hood (Caption): I slaved for my abilities. Nothing came naturally. Well, except for the arrogance.
Panel 4: In the background are Mad Hatter and Tweedledum and Tweeldedee. They are bloodied and bruised. They’re tied up together under a light post. The light is shining on them and a red Bat- symbol is spray-painted across the three of them.
Red Hood (Caption): I do what I do not to piss off The Bat and his Merry Men.
Red Hood (Caption): I do it to remind myself that I have transcended the silly “Robin” status.
Red Hood (Caption): I am The RED HOOD.