Joker's only watching Hyth with his peripheral vision, only tracking general movements and location. His focus is almost entirely on Mister Grunty, who is now teetering dangerously on the brink between minor annoyance and guy I'm about to paint the sidewalk with.
"Quiet, wretch." He says this gently, as if to his beloved, and he never looks away from Grunty.
Easily, almost lazily, Joker begins sauntering toward the offender.
"I'm sure you weren't aware it was mine," he offers Grunty. "You look like an intelligent-enough man. Too bright, at any rate, to go deliberately stepping on another man's property! And I'll grant you, too," and he's really getting going now, that showmanship kicking into full gear, "that it's not much to look at, this pitiful creature of mine. But it's mine, you see."
He comes to a stop about three feet from Grunty, well within acid-shooting range, and puts on his biggest, brightest, most brilliantly go-fuck-yourself smile. "And I'm going to need you to apologize to it."
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"Quiet, wretch." He says this gently, as if to his beloved, and he never looks away from Grunty.
Easily, almost lazily, Joker begins sauntering toward the offender.
"I'm sure you weren't aware it was mine," he offers Grunty. "You look like an intelligent-enough man. Too bright, at any rate, to go deliberately stepping on another man's property! And I'll grant you, too," and he's really getting going now, that showmanship kicking into full gear, "that it's not much to look at, this pitiful creature of mine. But it's mine, you see."
He comes to a stop about three feet from Grunty, well within acid-shooting range, and puts on his biggest, brightest, most brilliantly go-fuck-yourself smile. "And I'm going to need you to apologize to it."