"Not really," he said, his voice deep and growling, different from the mocking and enticing voice he'd used to tell the story. He was driven back by the force of Fay's magic, and the defense elicited a sick laugh that said, 'What did I tell you? No different!'

The Joker turned away and darted toward the department store, swinging a gloved hand back to toss the grenade he'd been cooking for about three second toward Fay- resulting in an explosion directly in front of him. The force of it would be enough to send the twisted clown to his knees, forcing him to scramble back up and keep running, but he figured it served as a sufficient deterrent. Either that, or he would be dead- either was fine with him.