"Y'know, I don't think they got much respect when they were still breathing," he said, gesturing at the bodies with his pistol. "They won't mind."

He gave Fay a few pokes with the shotgun as he circled him. "And what are you supposed to be, hmm? Huh?" A prod. "No smiles for me this time? Lost your sense of humor?" His expression turned threatening.

"Ohhh," he murmured with another lick of the lips. "I get it now. You're another fake."

The Joker chuckled and nodded sagely before stopping in front of Fay. His glare, dark and malevolent, bore into the one azure eye Fay had left. "A sham. I know 'em when I see 'em, kiddo: natural-born killers, menaces to society, monsters trying to fake it 'til they make it."

His grin widened. "Aw, come on. Smile for me. I used to be one, too, you know."