"Oh, please," he said, those beady black eyes still locked on the only eye Fay had left. "Don't play stupid." He followed with a growl. "You're smarter than that."

The shotgun was still held at waist-level, and at the Joker's retort, he wiggled it at him. But there were only those eyes, piercing and black, which acted as black mirrors for Fay's thoughts.

"Or you can act like a little boy, and you can see how well I can juggle."