"A swing and a miss! Ooh, that was a whiffer," crows the Joker as Dave staggers back. "Doesn't take much to throw your concentration, does it, boys? That's what's missing with you heroes nowadays: focus. And flair!"

He does a little soft shoe.

"Bats always had both in spades, and that was the only reason he even came close to keeping up. Look at you all, trying to pretend you know what you're doing while you struggle pitifully against the inevitable. Even the original Legion wouldn't have had a chance in the end, but at least they had their act together. All those practiced maneuvers, and shiny belt buckles, and the sickening senses of idealism."

His voice drops to something more menacing.

"That's why they had to go." He cheers up immediately. "The best part of it all was making the whole galaxy think that the only one smart enough to get them back was the person responsible! Let me tell you, it was a real gas!"

Cackling, with the joy buzzer hand, he drops a small bomb from his sleeve that explodes into a cloud of joker gas.