Behind his desk Joker paces back and forth pinching his brow. "You think this is good enough, hm?" He grins, but it's not friendly. "You think this is enough?" He laughs coldly, rolling his eyes at you before throwing himself down dramatically into his chair, spinning around as he groans lowly and stares at the ceiling.

You've been working for him for a while, having hopped between jobs for a few of Gotham's criminal kingpins before ending up in his grasp. You're valuable, but ultimately disposable. He's trigger-happy at the best of times, but there's real anger behind his eyes this time.

"I mean seriously!" He snaps back to looking at you, kicking his skinny legs up on the desk. "You think this is good enough? I mean-" He laughs, a harsh, barking laugh, "what's the point in even paying you, you know?" He grins sarcastically. "There's serious shit to be done!" He laughs in a sing-song voice.

He's a loose cannon ready to blow; you'd better watch your mouth.