Jonathan lifted his glasses from his nose, massaging his temples as he fought down the impulse to scream...or simply stab Jack, one of the two. "I will give you something, lay off the cough syrup." He gave the other man a look before he returned to studying the men.
"Take him to the Joker's cell," Jonathan ordered his orderlies, indicating a man. He would deal with making the man's resemblance perfect later.
Turning back to the others, a grin crossed his lips and he slipped off the glasses again, setting them carefully aside. "Now, for a bit of fun," Scarecrow said, licking his lips as he eyed his new toys.