*Turns to you, glaring.* And just why THE FUCK would I let him go? Do you know who I am! The Joker does not just let people go, you idiot! *Growls, pushing you back towards the couch before turning back to the sobbing kid and driving the knife into one of his already broken knee caps.* -J.
Growls when I hit the floor. Not appreciating not being listened to or shoved!
“Because my dear.” I say clipped standing up and brushing myself off “Death is easy. A little flick of your knife in the right spot-” i drag my finger across my own throat. “- and its all over, but living. Living with the scars and disfigurement that you’ve left him with will remind him every day of his miserable life remembering what he did and who he crossed”