"I know whether you're really you. Can I see your true face?"
After entering Wayne Manor, which had been remodeled into something like a funhouse mirror maze, Joker led Deathstroke into the living room. Instead of going down to the Batcave to see the "most entertaining game," he got straight to the point.
He leaped into the sofa's embrace, tilting his head as he looked at the fat plumber.
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
Su Ming sat down beside him naturally and picked up the bottle on the coffee table for a look.
"Too many reasons, far too many, dear." Joker sighed, scratching at his hair. Green strands poked through his fingers like weeds. "First, you aren't afraid of me. Second, you're too smart. Gotham can't possibly have Nameless Ones like you."
"If I said I was an adventurous plumber who came to Gotham to rescue the Mushroom Princess, would you believe me?" Su Ming smiled and winked at him.
Joker tilted his head the other way and stared endlessly at the man's face, as though trying to see through to his heart.
Then he suddenly burst into laughter, even rolling back and forth across the sofa.
"Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh my God, that joke is perfect! Ha! A worker getting mixed up with a princess, that's exactly right! Gotham is the kind of place where every joke can become possible! But... I don't believe a single word you said! Because I'm Batwoman! Hahaha, laugh! Laugh! I told a joke too!"
In the time it took him to finish that speech, Joker's personality shifted six times. The expressions on his face changed as rapidly as a master face-changing performer onstage, fast as Flash.
Then he pulled a remote control from his pocket. His expression abruptly turned gloomy