He gave him a look before glancing down into his bowl, playing with the pieces more. Drowning Wheaties, is this what he'd come down to? He pressed his lips together into a thoughtful line, "What did we gain?" I'm inclined to believe we proved absolutely nothing. Though that's how most things felt with the Joker, didn't they? Utterly useless until the true meaning was revealed.

He half wondered if he ever intended it, if by some chance under all that paint and makeup there was a disturbing intelligence and this was something that faltered him frequently. He wanted to believe the outward, stupid actions, the brash, thoughtless plans and most of all he felt comfortable feeling that he was for the most part smarter than Joker.

He knew better, too. Chaos, as he would suggest, doesn't run on intelligence after all, does it? Transcends, overcomes, destroys and rebuilds... Or something equally pretentious.

He took another bite, finding this one more favorable.