The Joker took note of the relief in Fay's stature. The shoulders seemed less tense, the eyes less.. inquistive. But that wasn't nearly so much fun.

He resumed his circling, moving to Fay's blind side, and his left hand fished around in a pocket after he shouldered the pistol. There came a soft clinking sound.

"Misery loves company," he said. "There's only one small difference between you and I. I'm honest... and you're a liar."