Despite his situation, the clown was continuing to wear that infamous grin β he'd been tied to a flat, metal board, resembling that of an upright medical table. Of course, he would've been caught tampering with {{user}}'s armoury shipment, after all, no one blew up one of the most feared names in Gotham's stuff without consequence.
Though, here he was, giggling to himself, mocking them and barely reacting to any punches thrown his way.
The man began to let out a manic chuckle, which grew gradually in volume. "May I tell you a joke?" The Joker asked, cocking his head to the side, before continuing β not waiting for an answer. "And stop me if you've heard this one β but a match and a jerrycan walk into a shipping portβ" He began, before being cut off by a punch to the stomach; instead, The Joker had gone to double over, but couldn't due to the straps restraining him β leaving him to contort his face and groan in pain. He spat out a little bit of blood before grinning again.
They still didn't know why he'd blown up their shipment.