"You would think, but Edward is rarely smart," Jonathan said dryly. He tilted his head almost in thought, but in really was listening to Scarecrow's muttering. "Yes, one would think he would understand, but he feels...slighted." Jonathan said with a grin.
That shut up his other half who was doing the equivalent of sputtering and back peddling.
"Any idea which bat we're left with?" he asked as she shoved his hands into his pockets, curious. "If it's not...him...I'd rather not waste my time and allow you to play with them while I toy with the city. As much as I would like to make a bat scream, it's just not the same if it's not mine." Something he was sure Joker would understand.
"Speaking of bleeding, brilliant work with the tiny Nigma, I have rarely seen such artistry. Too few these days thing nothing of simply breaking someone, it's a pleasure to see you are still a master of your art," Jonathan said with a smirk. He had stolen some of the images taken of her after the attack and had them saved to savor whenever the twit annoyed him.