The Final Fight

"I don't know," I said, slowly moving back. We were slowly starting to approach the middle of the battlefield, where all around us was war. "Don't ask me."

"You're probably the first person to ask," Luthor Bane said. "Your attempts are as pathetic as your entire existence."

Ouch.

"I don't know, Luthor. That's all I can say," I said. "I don't think you even care about the briefcases. I think you just want to kill me."

"Briefcases, Connor," he said. "Or I'll actually kill you this time." I chuckled. "Then you won't know where they are."

"You act as if you didn't have two people accompanying you on your fleeing trip. But just in case you want all three of you alive, I suggest you tell me where they are," he said. 

"Trust me, I don't," I said. "Ask someone else?" He chuckled. "How can you be so naive with your own self? I almost just want to spare you just because of your idioticness."

"Naive and idiotic are two different—"