Joker laughed and combed his hair back, smiling at his reflection. He looked over at Harley Quinn, presenting himself, knowing that her simple mind would stroke his ego nicely.
"Gosh, Mistah J..." Harley gasped and looked him over, as she did almost daily, "You sure look nice..." Joker smiled and laughed, pleased that Harley still thought as highly of him as he did. "Do ya think you can get batbrain today, Mistah J?" she asked, walking up to him in a cute manner as he laughed his evil laugh.
"Oh, Harley, my dear, I can do anything!" Joker chuckled and then turned sharply away from her, ignoring her attempts at a hug. He was becoming bored of Harley, and even though she was still simple minded, she was becoming no more than a tool for him to use. Descending the stairs, Joker looked around at his beautiful chemicals and ingredients for his bombs.
"Hey Mistah J?" Harley called, looping her arms around his shoulders as he sat down. "What happens if I stop tellin' ya that you're handsome?"
Feeling something boil in his gut, Joker glared at Harley. "It's simple, my dear. You will end up with one of the pretty little bombs in your mouth, tied to the railroad tracks!" he growled, the pitch of his voice changing throughout his sentences. He watched as Harley's eyes filled with fear and her arms unlooped from his shoulders.
"Sorry Mistah J..." she whispered and sat down, watching as he began to tinker with his bombs.