It was no secret to anyone that, soul or not, it was easy to turn Spike's head with money. And he could do with a little dough, since the City was determined to mess him about at every turn. He smiled slightly, exhaling smoke and tossing the cigarette, smashing it under a boot.
"What training is this, exactly?" he asked. "How to dodge Bat-arangs? How to laugh maniacally?" He grinned, then bit his lower lip. This was fun. This was really fun.
Joker had no idea who... or rather, what... he was talkin' to.