Before Luthor returned, Mercy had lived a hard life, and there was no point expecting her home to have any good liquor.
The cheapest strawberry champagne tasted mediocre, but it had a high alcohol content. It was a favorite among drunks, and many people chose it to wash down sleeping pills when they committed suicide.
They said it could make a corpse's breath smell sweet. Who knew if that was true.
Joker only took a small sip, and the scars at the corners of his mouth, which always curled upward, drooped down, making him look just like Batwoman. Clearly, he was very dissatisfied with the drink.
Just then, the sound of a toilet flushing came from the bathroom. The dismembering woman came out, flicking her hands with a relaxed expression. "Hi, sweetie. Made up with your friend? I thought I'd get a chance to break his secretary's spine and strip her naked for photos."
"Hehe, nice joke. Making fun of happy memories from the past never gets old." Joker laughed with delight, then suddenly changed expression and impatiently shoved his wineglass into her hand. "But I'm discussing serious business here. Go play somewhere else."
"All right, my big baby. How about I order us a pizza first? Do you want cherry-flavored, or grape?"
The woman walked over to the sofa and bent down to kiss Joker. As she turned to leave, she seemed to remember something and asked with a smile.
"Grape. It has to be black grape, because that's dark enough! Hahahaha!" Joker became happy again, twisting himself into a ball on the sofa and rolling around as he laughed and clapped.
He liked his new assistant. Not only could she listen to jokes, she could tell them too. She had kept him very satisfied these past few days.