He can see the anger rising higher in every line of Joker's body - every twitch, every place of tension, every movement. Joker's anger is sharp, and tight, and Bruce... wants to punch him directly in the face and feel bone break.

Tension runs right up his spine to his shoulders and jaw and settles there like an invisible cape.

He might be fed up and frustrated with a whole lot of things here. He might be looking for an excuse.

It might just be what this man does to him.

He wants to push that anger all the way to the breaking point.

Seeing realization dawning behind the anger, his sharp, calculating, gaze changes. Between one blink and the next his eyes lose that narrow eyed assessment and go... vapid. His body language shifts, picking up more grace and the power behind it moves a bit beneath the surface.

He doesn't back up, though at all. He just smiles, easy and too bright and meaningless to even come close to being real. Some flirty flash of pretty (and expensive) teeth.

Bruce. Dialed up just a little - not as far as the act can go but far enough, and for the sole intention of provocation. The eye-contact, even without there seeming to be much going on behind his eyes says a lot.

"Clark Kent. He's really very nice and takes very good care of me. Though he does have a cat, and I'm not very fond of how much attention he gives it."