The Joker did not like being interrupted. Sure, Remy had pretty much passed out and wasn't going to be any fun for a while, but he'd been busy staring at his battered, bleeding body, waiting to see if his tongue grew back. It had grown back for the most part, but was still missing a piece. He willed it to finish so he could cut it off again and feel like he was doing a complete job.
Then--noises. Crates being knocked over. He looked sharply out the window of the small room that looked out onto the main warehouse floor. It looked like his visitors had arrived, and some of them were on the catwalk.
He picked up his coat and shrugged it back on, pocketing his knife and walking out of the room and onto the warehouse floor. He took a semi-automatic from the hands of one of his guards on the way. "GENTLEMEN, GENTLEMEN. WE MUST STOP THIS POINTLESS CONFLICT."
He was grinning. This was the part he'd been looking forward to.