"Asshole," Jonathan said, without heat. He shook his head, tossing the scissors aside. A small quirk of his lips as he thought of the efford Joker went to with the bandages, taking a seat on the bed near Joker, raising an eyebrow.
"I doubt you went through all the effort just to play a prank on some back alley doctor, so what do you want of me? Did I cross into your territory accidently?"
Normal people...sane people would have run in terror from Joker's grin, let alone the idea the man was sitting in the same room as him..a.nd once upon a time Jonathan might have felt that same fear.
But the fact was, Joker just didn't scare him, not anymore. Death, destruction, torture, Jonathan was sure Joker could and would easily provide all of those, but it was simply too much effort to care about it.