Jesse looked down at the hand that grasped his and felt a kind of calm in it. But it couldn't erase his anger completely, which was a little aggravating on it's own. He didn't really like feeling like this.
"That fuckin prick has the nerve to stand up there and..." he was trying to formulate what he wanted to say, get the words out, but he just couldn't really do that right now.
"I've been here long enough to see what kinda bullshit goes on here. I ain't mad anymore at bein here, it ain't so bad really, just bein here. But puttin people through everything that he has. It ain't right. There ain't no need for shit like the Joker."
Jesse also wanted to argue that the City had given him nothing. But it wasn't really true, was it? It had given him plenty. He wouldn't have met his friends, or the people he cared about now if it weren't for this place. Though, he wouldn't have been taken from those he'd loved before either.
"I just don't know how to handle this." He finally admitted.