"And you're in a muzzle and collar, pretending to be a bad dog." Joker leans down a bit more and gives the pup a little pat-pat on the top of the head. "If you don't like the game, perhaps you shouldn't dress to play... But then, that's kind of the point, isn't it? To make me give you what you came here for, while you pretend not to want it?"

Because that is what Fido wants, clearly. That furrowed brow, that refusal to answer: they speak volumes. The fact that the dog's still on all fours, for fuck's sake, just waiting for Joker to give him what he can't admit he needs.

Fido's had ample opportunity to get up and refuse. To even say, flat out, no. But he hasn't done those things. No, he's still here. Still waiting.

Like a good boy.

Well, perhaps it's time to show him a little mercy. Just a little. Just a taste.

With no warning whatsoever, Joker pushes the shock button. And then pushes it again.