Joker.

"Those kids are pretty disposable right? I mean, who's gonna come looking for them? Their parents? HAHAHA!"

"Maybe what I need is my own sidekick! I'm sure Batboob has a few extras to spare. Either that or he can just write me my first letter of referral for the nearest adoption agency!"

"Quality henchmen can be so hard to find these days. I almost makes me miss Harley. Hahaha, /almost/."

"Clean up crew, aisle ten!"

"Gotham is an old joke too over done. Maybe I should set my eyes on Blüdhaven! Visit a regular blue birdie in his natural habitat."

"I'd say the warm welcome back for ol' uncle J really warmed my little crumpled heart but I don't know or care about either of you so—. WHERE ARE MY ROBINS."

"Honey, I'm home!"

“What part of our adventure wasn’t fun?!”

“Honestly I’m flabbergasted. After all the oodles of fun we had last time I thought you’d be jumping for joy at my delayed debut.”

“What’s with the one word answers? It’s also as if you didn’t miss your good old uncle J.”

“Cat got your tongue?”

“This place was getting crowded anyway.”

“I /did/. I did see a putty tat!”

“I think I saw a putty tat!”

“Hardly my best work yet.”

“Anything but country. If I have to hear another song about a big red tractor I just might lose my mind all over again. Hehe.”

“OH! Oh! Me! Pick me! Me first!”

“HahahAaa! Not to be a critic, Maskie, but your material could use some work.”