"Maybe," Joker responded, leaning in to lick his lips - and maybe Crane's own, but the taste of lipstick is so similar to the paint on his face, how could he tell? - "Maybe, you're just overanalyzing it. I like it, though, you got that right - I like the feeling I get, being able to hold this city in my hands whenever I get bored, being able to tear down half the city in a day if I want. It's nice."

He giggled. "Maybe, y'know, maybe I'm just as stupid as you think I am. Wouldn't that be depressing? All my delusions of grandeur and I really am just the big stupid dog you think I am."