"Well, I see. That's the same good old Moonbat I've traded blows with in the past." He replied politely but with an unseen growl behind his mask. "Anyway, your parents. I am sure that you care about them. They are, of course, dead. However, I am afraid that they have been. . . seized. The truth is, Mr. Wayne, that they are in the grasp of the dark Mephistopheles, the same one who had nearly kept my mother imprisoned for all time." He paused for breath. 

"I suppose that you don't care about Rachel, that is indeed a crying shame. Since you don't give a damn about Rachel, I'm just going to do the neighborly thing and give you hand with your parents. I can save them from Mephistopheles, but I need your help."