Remy sat back and took a drag of his cigarette, fingers tapping against the sweating side of his beer bottle. "Th'Joker don't stop at one person, poet. He goes after ev'ry single person dat person cares 'bout, has ties to. You boys jus' lucky he not DAT insane to try an' get through y'guards. You guys got some'a de best security I ever seen, whoever you guys got f'security alarms an' staffin', wouldn't mind knowin' dem, me. Got Artan, but dat boy ain't as good as he t'inks he is. An' my security might not be as loyal, but considerin' who you boys are, ain't too worried 'bout dat none."
He took a drink and sighed, "Even if de clown goes to prison, boy has as loyal followers as you boys do. Expendable meat shields wit' guns an' grenades"