Joker: Topic: Neighbors
Video file from the security camera in Arkham's common room
The nurse sighed as the man in front of her spoke.
"The patient continues to exhibit dissocial personality disorder..." he said, blinking behind his glasses.
"Well, THAT patient shows classic megliomaniac tendencies" drawled the Joker, rolling his eyes, "Need I remind you, neighbor of mine, that you are on the wrong side of the glass to be giving a diagnosis? You're just one of the squirrels in the nuthouse, now, just like the rest of us...Scarequeer."
The man beside him at the table flinched slightly but remained calm as he removed and polished his glasses, glancing around the recreation room. "Don't call me that."
"Oh, we all know who, and what, you are, Doctor Crane." The Joker sneered merrily, poking at his afternoon Jello with a spoon. When the nurse wasn't looking, he slipped the spoon casually into his jumpsuit. Not a fork, but he'd make do. "Care to share any opinions on the matter, Two-Face?" The Joker turned to eye the disfigured man on his left, who was staring down at the table sullenly.
The eyes swiveled to look to at the Joker, partly missing cheek flexing over jaw. "I have no comment." He looked back down at the table.
The Joker frowned. "Well that's no fun. Didn't you use enough of that line out there?" he gestured toward the world outside. Turning back to Jonathan Crane, he continued. "Harvey just doesn't know how to play, yet. He'll learn. Give him a little more time, then he'll be just like the rest of us."
Jonathan bristled. "Do not include me in your 'us', I am not one of you. I am a doctor, and a genius."
The Joker laughed so loud the nurse jumped. "Hahahehehohahaha, oh, you're funny, doc, I'll give you that."
The nurse sighed as the man in front of her spoke.
"The patient continues to exhibit dissocial personality disorder..." he said, blinking behind his glasses.
"Well, THAT patient shows classic megliomaniac tendencies" drawled the Joker, rolling his eyes, "Need I remind you, neighbor of mine, that you are on the wrong side of the glass to be giving a diagnosis? You're just one of the squirrels in the nuthouse, now, just like the rest of us...Scarequeer."
The man beside him at the table flinched slightly but remained calm as he removed and polished his glasses, glancing around the recreation room. "Don't call me that."
"Oh, we all know who, and what, you are, Doctor Crane." The Joker sneered merrily, poking at his afternoon Jello with a spoon. When the nurse wasn't looking, he slipped the spoon casually into his jumpsuit. Not a fork, but he'd make do. "Care to share any opinions on the matter, Two-Face?" The Joker turned to eye the disfigured man on his left, who was staring down at the table sullenly.
The eyes swiveled to look to at the Joker, partly missing cheek flexing over jaw. "I have no comment." He looked back down at the table.
The Joker frowned. "Well that's no fun. Didn't you use enough of that line out there?" he gestured toward the world outside. Turning back to Jonathan Crane, he continued. "Harvey just doesn't know how to play, yet. He'll learn. Give him a little more time, then he'll be just like the rest of us."
Jonathan bristled. "Do not include me in your 'us', I am not one of you. I am a doctor, and a genius."
The Joker laughed so loud the nurse jumped. "Hahahehehohahaha, oh, you're funny, doc, I'll give you that."