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"Glowstick, I must say, you did invite quite a tough crowd." The Joker mused at all the sudden seriousness and the alternate route of the conversation. How boring. He just wanted to have fun! And play with bats! And maybe carve a smile into that pretty little woman - man technologically inclined individual who kept pipping up and scowling. He twirled his dagger a moment or two long before the comments Nathaniel was making was directed to him.

His flat face turned animated with the largest grin and a gleam in his eye. "Come now, who do you think I am? A jester who's just in it for the laughs? Please. Everyone hear should know how much I enjoy my massacres." Well, at least the mad man admitted he killed millions of people on an annual basis. The beady green-eyed well dressed man cackled lightly for a moment. "And it's not like I can keep my fan club away from me anyways. They'll follow me till death!" What madman would joke about the death of his comrades and subordinates and underlings? Probably no more than this one did.

He released another chuckle as he laughed at his own commentary before giving a slight frown towards the mentioning of Poison Ivy. They were, at the very least, familiar. Although, he had a thing against most women aside from Harley. She was always good with them and she was the only reason why he didn't just put permanent pretty smiles on their faces.

Women. They didn't get his jokes like Harley did. She always laughed, no matter what. Oh, how he missed that psychotic little psychiatrist. Where on earth could she have gone? Joker looked at Poison Ivy for a moment, giving her a slight inclination of his head. "Likewise, deary! Keep your petty little vines off Bats and we should be as good as rain to water your little plants. And that includes your poisons." He pointed his blade at her for a moment, a smirk on his painted face before glancing at the approaching Clayface.

"Well, whaddya know, I even get my own infinite amount of play-doh! Glowstick, was it love at first sight for you? Hahaaaa!" The Joker cackled as he witnessed and appreciated this Clayfaces impersonations. My, did he do a wonderful job. He'd be good at leading astray any overly attached fans he might have with the impersonation Clay did of him.

The crazed man smiled as he returned to eyeing the master of plans for the evening, lounging in his seat comfortably. Now this, this was going to be fun.

And then that tin man with the orange and black (what an odd color combo. Was it Halloween already?) and one eye slit thingy going on. Who did he think he is, Deadshot? The Joker narrowed his eyes at the man, visibly frowning with displeasure oozing from his pores.

"Glowstick! I object! He's no fun and no use. I've worked with him before and he as worthless as an empty can of soda. And I mean, look at him, he's dressed like it's halloween. I mean, at least look decent. Afterall, you even invited hookers to this extravagant event! He could at least act like he's on cocaine or even some of my smile gas." The Joker said, pointing a long finger towards the man with narrowed eyes before motioning to the scantily dressed females around them. He'd probably get smacked, but that would end up being well deserved dagger to their pretty little faces and he could probably make things look uglier for them too - especially down south. He's cruel enough to do it.

"And favors? Please, we don't need you." He scowled openly, distorting his usually pleasant features into something gruesome and dangerous. "Why give you a favor when you can't even hold the end of the bargain half the time anyways?"

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Vandal continued to watch and listen silently. Though the Black Adam's little outburst was amusing, it did nothing to help squash the immortal's doubts. Now it seemed unlikely that he could put much trust in the powerful man to do anything other than act on emotion. He may gain tunnel vision and only focus on the Kryptonians. Destroying anything else in his path or opening himself up for attacks on other heroes.

Still... he felt that Metropolis would be better suited for himself than Gotham would. At least he had a better gauge of his opponents there, and so far he wouldn't have to worry about the unpredictability of his "allies" in Metropolis.

He turned his attention to Deathstroke when the man addressed him. And for the first time since he arrived in Atlantis, the immortal's expression wavered. His contemplative scowl softened as his thoughts turned to any uses he could have for someone of Deathstroke's talents. It was a welcomed change of thought... and a few little "problems" did come to mind. Nothing that needed immediate attention, and certainly not with this whole mess going on. But... in time. He had a few little thorns that he wouldn't mind having removed. Either to get them out of his business or help turn the tides on other business.

Vandal was just about to reply to the terminator, but had only gotten far enough to adjust himself in his seat before the Joker beat him to the punch. He frowned, turned to look at the clown, then readjusted himself in his seat. Might as well remain silent for a while longer. This was either going to end up in a confrontation or Deathstroke was simply going to leave. He would address the man's offer at another time. Hell, if this thing actually worked out, he may not even have any initial problems for Deathstroke to take care of. Not for a while anyway. With half the people here simply wanting to stir the pot, and the other half likely wanting the world for themselves.... there would still be work for the terminator.

So Vandal simply sat and listened. His arms crossed in front of him on the table before him. His gaze focused on Nathaniel as he spoke, then about the room afterwards. Watching and listening to see where everyone else went, if that information was presented. Then he would have a better gauge on where he would be better suited. He would have to wait anyway... he had no transportation other than what he assumed was the magic that brought him here in the first place. That added with the fact that he only had his knives on his person at the moment. He could fight off Amazons with that and only his strength alone... but that was beyond unwise unless he had no other choice. Seeing about obtaining some of that Kryptonite would be the least he could do to better prepare himself. Perhaps... Atlantean technology as well. Better to take what he needed to help ensure that he "won" the battle after all.

And... he was curious to see if there was any real reason he was brought here other than he had been curious.

He had listened to the whole meeting, listening to all that everyone had to say. It mattered little to him, all he needed to know were the locations. And once he had figured those out, a place was picked and after that everything was tuned out. When the meeting was over, he made his way out towards the exit. He didn't know exactly how to leave, but he didn't exactly know how to get there and yet he'd done that. So in a similar fashion as he arrived, he was out of there and headed towards his destination of metropolis.