Sadly, he didn't make the cut. He had such potential.

[he's throwing the desk up and jumping out the window before that happens.]

It's a mask.

Anyway. I'm late for a meeting.

Have you ever known me to be nice?

This is Gotham, we have people made out of tar, a man-bat, a half-crocodile guy, one of those brats has a red demon dog with wings. You think unhinging your jaw like a snake is going to impress me?

[ waluigi screaming noise ]

I'm not someone people want to make an enemy out of.

What the hell are you, an elf?

[he's already gripping that amulet he got 2 arcs ago to save himself from Klarion's magic]

Who the fuck is this asshat?

Obviously.

I already had one named Larry!

I didn't ask you, dipshit, go chase a parked car.

Larry made a fatal mistake. Somehow his replacement is also named Larry. What's this city coming to?

"No one has ever accused the bats of having a sophisticated sense of humor."

💭Considering how high-tech that armor looks, I don't think the bazooka will work. He leaned back in his seat, steepling his fingers. "And how can I help you... Iron Man."

"Better than that, clearly," his voice was dry, his eyes darting down to the priceless mahogany desk this impotent imp just put a dent into. "I'm afraid Gotham is a different ball field than the New York you're used to."

"God, I miss the days when people feared me openly and wouldn't open their mouth to say the stupidest shit I've ever heard. Bunny costume, notwithstanding. In Gotham, that's just the normal."

Oh. THIS GUY again. He ruined Mask's New York assets. "What do you want, Iron Man?"

He rolled his eyes. "So is every other schmuck on the street. You got a name or are you just cosplaying as Satan's ugly nephew?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"It'll take me a minute to sort my portfolio and get back on track."

Real glad I don't live in Jump City like those chumps.

[He dodged - narrowly, pitching his body to the side and falling over onto his back.] Oh, this bitch has a backbone, huh?

Okay.

Don't make me shoot you.

[he's suddenly very comfortable with her mocking him and his face, because that means she's less likely to steal his.] I see.

...the Victorians were a freaky bunch.

Imagine being so old you lose your face. Couldn't be me. If I die, I'm dying surrounded by heaps of money and an empire that spans farther than I can imagine.

Okay, either hit me, or get out of my sight, I have a conference call in two minutes.

Why do you act like a Victorian's drama queen ghost then?

These pajama-wearing losers are all alike. Unfortunate that even the ones with training fall into the same habits as the ones that wear kevlar and military-grade knuckle padding.

Don't you 'son' me.

There's too much lore to this ghost shit, I need an anti-ghost hoover like that green plumber has.

I don't care if you have a ring. If you got a nice shiny ring in this city? Well, you're some kind of spirit, so you can't be robbed. Theoret- how the hell do you even wear new items?

Why does it matter if I'm bald to begin with? You're one to talk, you literally don't have a face!

[he nearly drops his phone] DEATHSTROKE?

It was implied, dear girl, dear white girl. How much training do you have? Any? Or did your dear old parent die violently and you've sworn to take up some mantle to get 'revenge'?

That's because I tend to fuck them if they get close to me and if we can't establish a power dynamic where I win, I arrange their untimely death.

...that doesn't sound like the Joker I dream of killing. Whatever. Maybe Cupid was real and shot his pasty white ass. [He'd stopped running. Now he was pulling out his phone from his suit.] Larry, Lenny, and Lonnie—not that Lonnie—have been busy while I was gone... Scram, ghost, I got business.

[sudden fear of flying fax machines]

Am I the only villain around here with the decency to stay the course?

What the fuck?

Fight for everything you're worth? You're not worth much to begin with.

Superman can drive? Bruce Wayne, billionaire, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, one of the biggest companies on the East coast, had a fling with a mass-murdering criminal that puts me to shame? Oh, the press must have had a field-day with that.

|| think he treats Theseus like a gnat he can't swat, which drives him utterly up the wall, but if he can't kill then he might as well ask questions

I will find a way to get rid of you, somehow... what happened while I was away?

I'm well aware of the systemic advantages of Caucasian people. I took you at your word. Isn't that what you want us to do? We so-called villains?