Lawyer David Bruck - One Dumb Little Schmuck

"A good boy," is how The Joker's creepy lawyer David Bruck described him.

As to the death penalty? "

"There is no evening the scales. There is no point in trying to hurt him..."

Of course not, David. Tell you what, let's get him a big hummus platter, some goat cheese, and a few virgins, and throw him a fucking party. Right, David Bruck, little dumb schmuck?

Oh, and let's use this picture as a poster. He's SUCH A GOOD BOY.

Let's remember that the Bastard Brothers assembled their pressure cooker bombs, tip-toed in a cowardly fashion planting them, and then wandered away. Then, KABOOM! BOOM!

They acted as if nothing happened. They just went about their business figuring there wasn't surveillance footage or any way they'd ever be caught. They'd just do it again, and again, and again. THE GOOD BOYS.

Sure, a lawyer has to defend a client, but NOT insult everyone's intelligence AND the dead AND the ones who are MAIMED FOR LIFE.

The Joker, the pretty boy who got the cover of Rolling Stone, has all his limbs. He sure has all his fingers, including the middle one. It's odious enough to blame his psychopathic behavior on his dead brother. It was all the dead brother's fault. The dead brother brainwashed him.

But to shrug and say "There is no point in trying to hurt him"?

To call him "a good boy"?

In a fair world, The Joker would be torn limb from limb, and for uttering such insensitive, stupid remarks, his lawyer would have the shit beaten out of him.