Her driving frightened him, it was frantic and crazy. Batman didn't fear for his own life of course, the Batmobile was an absolute beast and could withstand running into other cars just fine, but he feared for the innocent people on the streets as well as his reputation. When Joker jerked the chain the switch to the napalm was activated, several cars behind them got caught up in the fiery mess.<br/><br/>"A voice command..." he stated quickly as he watched the vivacious woman smash buttons on the control panel. He almost laughed, that would never work, well not without some rewiring. Her speed at retrieving the blade and thrusting it to his neck was uncanny. She had easilly sliced through the thin rubber on his neck as he felt the cold steel blade nick his skin and make a small incision downward. Now Batman felt the formation if blood droplets, another jerky motion or sudden bump and she could kill him.<br/><br/>Self preservation is what led him to talk, nothing else. He was not yet frightened by her threats to do him bodily harm. "Home," it was said with authority and instantly a navigation system came up and the car took control. Anything she might do to steer the vehicle, brake, or accelerate would be ignored. "I don't play Joker, but I will gladly cause you some harm if you want a fair fight."<br/><br/>The attempt to remain defiant rang true, but he had doubts that she would oblige him, figuring she would instead continue with her crazy plan, whatever that may be. The car weaved through town and sped up faster as it initially headed toward Wayne Manor before taking a side road leading to the entrance to the batcave. Joker's alluring green eyes and ample breasts that were enhanced by her corset continued to hold Batman's gaze in alternating fashion.