The question caught the Joker by surprise. He hadn't expected Peter to actually know he was being called upon. But no matter, he was here. That was all the clown really wanted.

"Oh, goody, Peter Pastrami, I presume?"

He gripped the weasel-man's belt in his free hand and cooed.

"Sorry, sonny, guess I don't need you anymore. I've got bigger fish to fry. Guppies, even."

With this, he released his hostage's collar then dropped him. With a cry, the weasel fell, head first towards the street and Joker's feral gaze swung around to lock on to Peter's face.

He smiled, showing teeth.