[Joker takes the wallet and leafs through the contents, eyes flitting across the cards. After a minute of this, he drops it back to Jesse's chest, all the contents still inside.]
Jesse Jackson, eh?
[He presses weight into the heel at the young man's throat.]
Don't suppose you'd like to give me your real name, would ya? Or am I gonna have to start getting creative?
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Jesse Jackson, eh?
[He presses weight into the heel at the young man's throat.]
Don't suppose you'd like to give me your real name, would ya? Or am I gonna have to start getting creative?