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The last one though
Okay so hear me out:
Joker kidnaps Danny, traditional tv setup to show the hostage
But Danny doesn’t show up on camera
The chair just looks empty
Everyone watching is confused; did. Did the hostage escape? Did the Joker just not notice? Was there even a hostage at all?
Joker’s not looking at the chair, he’s a talkshow host, very happy monologuing to camera and occasionally snapping back at some smartass remark no one else can hear
Now, the bats have to go stop him anyway
He’s up to his usual bullshit, and even if he doesn’t have a direct hostage to hurt, Joker becoming more unstable is bad for everyone
It’s just… so strange. The Joker loves a monologue but he keeps cutting himself off, it makes no sense.
Danny, meanwhile, is mostly behaving himself because it really is just funnier if the Joker doesn’t notice he’s threatening someone who no one else thinks is there, but there are limits
And not making clown jokes is one of them
Shallow Graves.
Danny would like to state, not on the record or anything, that shallow graves are the easiest to crawl back out of. So if these mercenaries could keep using them instead of the deeper ones, he might just thank them the next time they try to kill him.
He always gets back up, pretty firmly stuck in between life and death rather than ever being on one side or the other. They're never going to succeed, no matter how hard they try. Even things that used to hurt aren't really anymore.
Ectoranium? He built a tolerance to that a long time ago. Blood Blossoms? Those lost efficacy after his twentieth(?) exposure.
The amount of terrible lines he hears is just getting old, as well. "Dead men tell no tales." Classic. Epic. Wrong. Especially when you can't even kill him properly. The dead love to talk, you jerks firmly on the side of the living just can't hear them.
All things being equal, though, nothing brought more joy than the look on the face of one Lex Luthor when Danny showed up at a press conference with a microphone and a question after the former went through all the trouble of having Danny dropped off in the middle of the ocean in a concrete box.
He watched on in silent humor as he had divers swim for his concrete prison and bring it back up. Inside was a perfect impression of Danny, down to the folds of his clothes, but no Danny.
Neither man was a fool, but Danny was having fun with it. Subtle, but pointed, as he needled Luthor and protested every action his company took. Messing with Mortal megalomaniacs is a favored past-time.