Homelander leaned closer to the Joker, but the voice he made was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
"Forgotten?"
"No, you underestimate me too much."
"You know, Jack? I'm a movie buff. I even have my own production company."
"I'll make a movie. A movie about you. It'll be called Joker: The Greasy Life."
The Joker's eyes lit up. A movie? How had I never thought of that?
"I'll find some third-rate actor to play you. You'll be a... bald, obese, greasy middle-aged man with severe constipation and prostatitis."
"A pervert who peeks at old ladies bathing in the middle of the night, a pathetic lunatic who can only say 'Donuts are delicious' every day."
"You'll get caught stealing a silicone cup from a supermarket, then get stuffed with cream puffs by your old Mexican cellmate in prison, crying for your mommy every night."
"I'll have that movie play on an endless loop, screened for free around the clock."
"You'll become a complete joke. A clown in the literal sense."
"Five years. Ten years. Until everyone believes that this is the real you."
"From then on, whenever people mention the name 'Joker'..."
"They won't feel fear. They won't tremble."
"They'll only feel disgust, revulsion, and... that you're lame as hell."
"Your fans will be ashamed of you. All those imitators of yours will think they're idiots."
"There may be plenty of other bad guys in the future. They might call themselves Johnson, or Freddy."
"But there will never, ever be another Joker."
"Because you'll have become a complete lowlife."
Homelander's words were like a sharp saw, slowly cutting through the Joker's psychological defenses.
"Mmph!!! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!!"
The Joker snapped.
If he could still speak, he would surely have unleashed the most vicious curses.
Even when facing Batman, he