"Well, all right. Nothing I can do about it. I thought the two of us could come to an understanding..." Joker slid the knife into his mouth and sliced it back and forth, his eyes rolling up and down nervously. He muttered incessantly, but no one could understand what he was saying.
"But Donnie, as your friend, I have to remind you that that hypocrite Batman might not let you off. What you've done crossed the line in his eyes... Batman thinks Gotham is his city, yet you've reached into it. He'll find a way to chop off your claws and drive you out forever—or throw you into Arkham Prison? Who knows, who knows. Hee hee hee. Most importantly, you've killed quite a few people in Gotham..."
"Aaron's people were arranged by you..." Donnie felt an immense headache coming on. Dealing with Joker really was a terrible thing, because you never knew what Joker would do next... You could never see through the heart of someone so mentally deranged and chaotic in thought.
"We're not that close, so don't call me 'friend.' What exactly do you want?" Donnie frowned.
"Didn't I say? I want to tear away Batman's hypocritical mask. That bastard always stands above everyone else and decides whether people live or die, yet he never considers that he's only a mortal... He's nowhere near as great as he thinks he is! And I'll personally rip off his fake mask and show the whole world the cowardly Dark Knight!" Joker waved his arms, ranting like a madman.
Donnie suddenly felt a headache. Damn it, if you and Batman want to love and kill each other, go ahead, but why drag an insignificant bystander like me into it? What the hell went on in Joker's brain?! Whoever got involved with