"Many people wanted to kill Batman... Countless people hated him to the bone, but not one had succeeded. Everyone who tried had their bones broken and was sent to prison, or thrown into Arkham Asylum... And you said you wanted to kill him?"
Maroni laughed aloud, murder rising in his heart toward Joker. This suggestion was complete nonsense. He poured himself a beer and carefully added a large chunk of ice.
"Hehehe, how I kill him is my business. Anyway, you lot are helpless against him... I have a way. I'll use my own way!" Joker licked his lips with a nervous twitch.
"How much do you want?"
"Hmm... Half..."
The crowd burst into laughter, and someone even rose with a gun drawn. "You lunatic!"
"No, I'm not crazy. No, I'm not crazy... If we don't settle this soon, none of the little rascals here will be able to hand over a single cent to their grandma."
The Mexican slammed the table hard, his face twisted viciously. He had finally reached the end of his patience.
"I've had enough! This ridiculous nonsense! Let me—"
Joker abruptly pulled open his suit jacket, revealing a row of grenades hanging from it. One of the pull rings was looped around his finger. Joker said in a deranged tone, "You'd better not... mm-hmm, better not let me blow things up randomly."
The entire conference room erupted. Everyone's expression changed, and several hot-tempered men started cursing loudly. This damned lunatic could go die if he wanted, but he should not drag everyone else down with him!
The Mexican was extraordinarily furious. "You think you're something special? I'm putting out a public bounty right now. Whoever gets me your corpse gets five hundred thousand dollars. Bring you in alive, and it's one million!"
"Emmmm, suit yourself..."