The use of Harley's nickname for him froze Jonathan, the first taste of fear curling through his stomach. He didn't fear for himself, he feared for her
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the unwelcome emotion, swallowing thickly before focusing on the rest of the clown's taunts. "It was pleasurable," he said to the first question, smirking as he remembered before giving Joker a weak glare, not that it would effect him. "I can get it up just fine, thank you," he said, before rolling his eyes and tossing the last of the bandages in the trash.
He glanced at Judy and the duffel back, curious before turning his attention back to Joker, unsure what exactly the clown wanted. He had thought it was just to torment him and prove some point, but now he wasn't so sure.