Manbat and Bob Ross are stuck in Flooded Subway Tunnel and forced to have a deep conversation.

"This darkness, Bob, it mirrors the shadows I fight in Gotham," Manbat rumbled, his voice echoing off the damp walls.

"Oh my, yes, Manbat, but even in the deepest shadows, there's always room for a happy little light," Bob Ross replied, his tone gentle and reassuring.

"Light can be blinding, a distraction from the grim reality of evil," Manbat countered, his gaze fixed on the murky water.

"But isn't evil just a lonely little tree, crying out for a friend, a little color in its world?" Bob Ross questioned, tilting his head.

"Criminals don't crave friendship, they crave power," Manbat stated, his cape dripping.

"Perhaps they just haven't found the joy in creating a happy little mountain range," Bob Ross mused, unfazed by Manbat's intensity.

"Creation is too slow, too passive. Justice demands immediate action," Manbat growled, shifting his weight.

"Sometimes, Manbat, the most profound action is allowing things to unfold, like a happy little cloud drifting across the sky," Bob Ross countered softly.

"Unfolding leads to chaos, Bob. Control is necessary," Manbat retorted, his jaw tight.

"But even chaos, Manbat, can be beautiful, like a happy little accident that becomes a masterpiece," Bob Ross smiled serenely.