"I highly suspect they don't have the brain power, as it were, to figure this out." A slightly amused smirk, putting the mask on and fitting it tightly. Literally tying a noose he'd made, much like his tie, and rolling up his sleeve.

"They don't realize that fear is what drives us. It's what drives every human being. There's nothing to fear but fear itself and I, Tillman, am helping. It's fascinating--how someone so large, so great can be reduced to a small child. How people can tumble like dominoes, turn their backs on each other, all because of one moment of blinding panic, one small seed of doubt, one little, beautiful chilling thought."

There was a beat and, even despite the muffled sound due to the mask--breathing through a gas mask, causing it to nearly echo, Crane's disdain was very evident:

"You don't have to like or dislike what I'm doing. You have to point a gun in the Batman's direction because he will find me."