He laughs, tightening his grip on Steph's throat and pulling the staff away out of her reach.

"Why don't you tell her, sweetie?" He croons mockingly to Steph. "Once you wake up, anyway." If he had lips he would certainly be grinning.

Fed up, Steph lets the staff go. With every ounce of strength in her oxygen-starved body, she pulls back her fist and slams it directly into Black Mask's face. Her vision is starting to blur when she pulls her fist back again, but before she can strike he tosses her carelessly to the ground.