The Joker chuckled and slouched into the apartment, closing the door behind him and looking around. "Well, it is Queens," he muttered, "Shouldn't expect much."

He looked at Tommy with a deadpan expression, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms behind his head, stepping into the living room. "Never pegged you for the cautious type. Then again, paranoia is one of the first signs of psychosis. Why don't you get a knife from the drawer? Or a gun - you have a gun, don't you?"