Bane
"So… this is what I'm reduced to," a military get-up clad Bane sighed through his pain blocking mask at his doppleganger who stood more than double his size. "A mindless behemoth, who couldn't screw in a light bulb, much less take down the Batman."
"You're one to talk, imposter," the other Bane spat through his Hispanic accent. "You do not even hail from Santa Prisca. Besides, with my superior size, intellect becomes secondary."
The first Bane raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly, trying to comprehend the level of stupidity his double had somehow managed to achieve. "Good luck with that."