"My name is E. Nigma, not Enigma Nigma." She said through gritted teeth, obviously a sore point. She glanced at Jonathan and rolled her eyes at his glare. "Got it, never met him before in my life, just some doctor,"
Had it just been Jonathan, she would have happily sold him out, finding the Scarecrow too old to keep being a member of the Rougue's Gallery. Really, anyone over twenty-five should just retire before they pulled a hip.
She turned her attention back to Joker. "Any plans or just trying to keep me from causing trouble for you?"