"Little Lai Lai, Little Lai Lai, when can we eat?"
In a concealed Underground Facility, Joker bit one of his fingers, his face full of pathetic pleading as he sidled up behind the bald man.
Luthor was wearing his purple-and-green armor, with a lab coat thrown over it. He was busy at the lab bench with all manner of instruments, flasks, test tubes, and other equipment.
He could grow countless arms, making him look like a spider, but even so, his expression was far from pleasant.
"Mealtime will probably have to be delayed. Cracking The Batman Who Laughs Virus isn't difficult—the key is how to do it without killing the infected." Luthor pressed a button on a nearby machine. It began to hum as it started up. He turned, removed his gloves, and spoke to Joker. "If my cure kills the infected along with the virus, then the Serum has no value."
Joker clapped while bobbing his head, splitting his mouth into a wide grin. "Ha ha! Just as expected of you, Lex, always striving for perfection. If I were making the cure, it'd definitely be nine millimeters. Hee hee hee."
"Killing people is easy. Even all of The Batman Who Laughs's Dark Knights put together wouldn't be enough to fight the current me." Luthor calmly stated a fact before walking toward another machine in the corner. "But killing people won't improve my current situation. I need leverage. You understand."
"I understand, I understand. You're afraid. You need a talisman." Joker followed him, hopping and spinning on tiptoe as he craned his head over Luthor's shoulder and pointed at his own nose. "What do you think of me? Want me to put in a good word for you with Batman?"
The bald scientist's expression shifted unpredictably. He glanced at Joker