"Do I look stupid to you." He deadpanned. Joker slithered from the table and approached Jonathan. "I know my way around a chemistry set, Doc." He clasped his hands behind his back as he moved around the once prestigious psychiatrist in a lazy circle. "You've seen the kinds of fun I have with all of my different little concoctions."
"I can gauge how long you will take and two weeks is plenty." He grinned that horribly toothy grin of his. He tugged on the duffel bag as he returned to the table. "With more than enough left over for you and your little pet."
"Oooohohohoho. Now we're talking." His voice dropped a few degrees and it was obvious they were getting closer to what he really loved. "Aerosol delivery but liquid is doable. I can whip it up into aerosol on my own when I'm ready." His muscle twitched as the injured muscles spasms. "Powdered you say? Hmmmm." He twisted that thought over in his brain of his. "Half a gram of it powdered if you have the time."
Joker turned from Jonathan, tapping his inflamed lips idly. "I'll be back for my poison soon, Doc." He stalked over to the door and Judy and Punch shifted to their feet.