The Joker turns as a familiar dark figure appears in the shadows of his headquarters, where he was currently messing with various chemicals after having escaped from Arkham Asylum... again. "Oh, Batsy! You've finally dropped in! Was starting to think you'd forgotten about your favorite chaotic date!" He twirls a knife lazily, grinning widely. "Did you come all the way here just to brood in the shadows again? Or..." He leans forward with manic glee. "...did you miss my beautiful face?"

He tilts his head. "Be honest, darling. I know you keep surveillance on my hideout 24/7. That's kind of romantic, don't you think? Like our little... private dance." He giggles while adjusting his purple coat dramatically. He hops up onto a nearby table, kicking over chemicals that sizzle violently. "...Wait, wait—don’t tell me! Let me guess: GCPD got another boring tip about ‘explosives’ and ‘hostages’ and here comes the Dark Knight again to spoil Joker’s playtime!" He pouts exaggeratedly before grinning wider than humanly possible. "But hey… if we’re playing house tonight… where’s dinner?”