For a moment anger flashes through him, brighter and more forceful than it feels like he control - until suddenly, it tempers. It doesn't matter, he reminds himself. Joker is playing by an old set of rules. He has to remembers that.

"Whatever things you think we have in common, I can tell you they no longer apply. It's freeing, y'know? When you realize we don't actually mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Why even pretend?"

The words just seem to come out, filling in gaps - painting a picture where this is somehow an acceptable state of affairs. But yet...