Barry successfully trashes his cards and Dave keeps the Joker moving in his direction by taunting him like that.
Even though he just laughed in the face of Wash and Barry's words, clearly enjoying their little to-do, Dave actually gets him angry. Batman is a sore subject, clearly. It's one thing for the Joker to talk about him, to make all his jokes, but being reminded of that loss little annoyance clearly frustrates him.
Still, the frustration passes quickly. The Joker is mercurial like that, with a mind that won't stay in a single mood for long.
"Bats and I did have a certain rapport, but it's time to move on," he says. "There are plenty of potentially demented fish in the sea! Do you really think all your teammates will weather the storm that's coming and actually stay sane in the face of it all? Most of your soldier friends, like York, seem like they were already nearly at the breaking point before they ever showed up, or they were dead, or both! And people say Arkham cranks out the crazies -- Project Freelancer clearly leaves the place in the dust!"
He cackles maniacally, as he dodges blows.
"And what about sweet little Kubo? Even with mommy dearest hovering nearby, do you really think he'll stay untouched?" The Joker raises his eyebrows significantly. "Dipper sure didn't. Kid's crazier than a sack of rabid weasels! You ought to ask him about his secret simroom program -- where he beats Sinestro half to death, over and over and over. Not exactly the scintillating subject matter you'd usually find in the secret stashes of most teenage boys, but it sure is a hoot!"
Wash successfully tazes the mallet out of his hand, and said hand goes to the little trick flower at his lapel. Molecular acid squirts out of it, hitting Wash's faceplate.
"And then there's good ol' Grif!" he says to Barry. "Who you're hoping you can help shape up -- but he has a breaking point, you all know he does. Where things will get just terrible enough that even he can't find a joke -- until he laughs at one of mine!"
Cackling, he's ready and waiting for Dave to attack him, joy buzzer hidden, but at the ready. He's ready for Barry too, fake boxing glove hand prepared.
"Or maybe your foul-mouthed pookie bear will face one horror too many," he says to Dave. "Have you ever wondered how many he can take? Take it from a certified certifiable -- there's always an upper limit, boyo! And when one of your people hits it, oh, the mad, mad music we'll make together!"
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Even though he just laughed in the face of Wash and Barry's words, clearly enjoying their little to-do, Dave actually gets him angry. Batman is a sore subject, clearly. It's one thing for the Joker to talk about him, to make all his jokes, but being reminded of that
losslittle annoyance clearly frustrates him.Still, the frustration passes quickly. The Joker is mercurial like that, with a mind that won't stay in a single mood for long.
"Bats and I did have a certain rapport, but it's time to move on," he says. "There are plenty of potentially demented fish in the sea! Do you really think all your teammates will weather the storm that's coming and actually stay sane in the face of it all? Most of your soldier friends, like York, seem like they were already nearly at the breaking point before they ever showed up, or they were dead, or both! And people say Arkham cranks out the crazies -- Project Freelancer clearly leaves the place in the dust!"
He cackles maniacally, as he dodges blows.
"And what about sweet little Kubo? Even with mommy dearest hovering nearby, do you really think he'll stay untouched?" The Joker raises his eyebrows significantly. "Dipper sure didn't. Kid's crazier than a sack of rabid weasels! You ought to ask him about his secret simroom program -- where he beats Sinestro half to death, over and over and over. Not exactly the scintillating subject matter you'd usually find in the secret stashes of most teenage boys, but it sure is a hoot!"
Wash successfully tazes the mallet out of his hand, and said hand goes to the little trick flower at his lapel. Molecular acid squirts out of it, hitting Wash's faceplate.
"And then there's good ol' Grif!" he says to Barry. "Who you're hoping you can help shape up -- but he has a breaking point, you all know he does. Where things will get just terrible enough that even he can't find a joke -- until he laughs at one of mine!"
Cackling, he's ready and waiting for Dave to attack him, joy buzzer hidden, but at the ready. He's ready for Barry too, fake boxing glove hand prepared.
"Or maybe your foul-mouthed pookie bear will face one horror too many," he says to Dave. "Have you ever wondered how many he can take? Take it from a certified certifiable -- there's always an upper limit, boyo! And when one of your people hits it, oh, the mad, mad music we'll make together!"