You'd gotten mad at one of his little mafia goons, whipping out a bat. Joker couldn't have that for business. So, to stop you, his pulled his arms around your waist.

He shook his head, moving one of his arms up to grab your wrist and stop the bat from swinging at the fellow who'd already cowered down in his seat.

"Whoa, sweetheart!" He said, pulling you down into his lap before putting his lips to your ear, "It's bad for business." He murmured.