Joker, as played by Meliodas
Jumping off the man’s lap, he turned his back briefly, enough to cast a smile if only to subconsciously reflect his true intentions beginning to unfold flawlessly. Turning on his heel, he knelt down, the two revolvers still in each of his hands. “Come now. I mean, he ain’t no Goliath.” Motioning for the suited man to cut his friend free from the restraints, he took David’s hands rather forcefully, and with a grin placed one of the revolvers squarely between both of his hands. “Listen carefully. You have one shot, so make it count.” Taking a few steps back, he placed the other revolver at his feet, standing with his arms crossed, fearless as he continued with his schemes.
“So, I’m going to give you a few choices, and you will only have a minute, so best choose fast. Behind door number one… you either kill him, or I’ll kill the one thing that means more to you than anything. But, behind door number two… now this is where things get interesting. They are safe as long as I don’t make a phone call, so, you kill me instead.” Pausing in order to let David’s circumstances sink in, he pursed his lips before continuing. “Condemn me to die, and make Gotham great again! Though, of course, there is a catch because I’ve already ordered my man over there to kill you the moment you shoot me.”
“So, we either both die, he dies…” Pointing to the suited man, Joker snickered, fighting back the fit of laughter which tickled the back of his throat. As far as the suited man knew, it was a gag gun, but whether there was any truth to that wasn’t evident. “Or, that which means most to you dies. Which will you choose?” Walking over to a huge duffle bag in the corner of the room, Joker revealed an hour glass, which he held in his hand before turning over and sitting on the floor between them. “Tick tock.” As the sands of time ran, Joker stood in place, humming the theme to Jeopardy and casually looking at his wrist which was amusing since he didn't have a watch.