He took a seat once more, and took out the stack of papers, all paperclipped together to separate threads.
"Locked to the Joker and Joker Sympathizers." He raised a brow and cleared his throat, reading back the thread. "This girl here says you're unstable, a menace, an utter waste of resources, while this boy is saying you're being underestimated and that you should be left to the pros. Oh, and here's where they start talking in locked posts, but my apprentice's fiance has given me clearance somehow into seeing every locked post. All very interesting things underneath that. Useful boy, young Mr. Stillman." He tossed the papers towards the man in the fading makeup.