The Joker only snickered at Fay's response.

"I asked you nicely," he growled, cocking the handgun and holding it up, sideways, at Fay's head.

"I know your type. You think a little humanity makes you human," he hissed. A little bit of hack-research went a long way. "But you and I both know... the means and the ends... they're the same thing."

There was a long moment where the Joker eyeballed Fay... and then he lowered the shotgun and began to holster the pistol.