"Did it work, Little Lai Lai? I ordered pizza for a late-night snack." Joker poked his head around the doorframe and looked at Luthor in the laboratory. "You don't mind that I gave the address to the delivery guy, right? This place is pretty hard to find, so I sent him a Google location."
Luthor sat in a swiveling metal chair, holding several test tubes as he pondered. The liquids within them came in different colors—some pale pink, others grass-green.
He was thinking about something, calculations racing through that brilliant mind of his.
Hearing his partner speak, he replied without turning around:
"This Safehouse and laboratory were disposable to begin with. Although I spent 2.2 billion US Dollars building this place, I have now developed the initial Serum, so it has fulfilled its purpose. After we finish the takeout, we can blow this place up, along with the delivery guy's corpse."
Joker pulled a long, aggrieved face and sashayed over.
"Oh, heavens, what a cruel thing to say. Why do you have it in for the delivery guy? Do you know how many people would starve to death if the world had no takeout? The answer is two: you and me. Hehehehe."
As he delivered the punchline, he broke into another fit of manic laughter, utterly uninhibited and delighted.
"Your math being poor doesn't surprise me." Luthor turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees, his bald scalp reflecting the lights into Joker's eyes. "But regardless, there is a flaw in the logic of your joke, because I no longer need to eat."
Joker froze for a moment, then looked helplessly at the bald man.
"You're always like this, aren't you? Why not laugh a little? Something that could have been laughed off, yet you insist on getting to the