Jonathan sent a text to his men to start loading the truck before he took the phone from Jack, his smile growing as he pursued the pictures. "Moron," he muttered over her being flat on her face, taking pleasure at each picture of her wounds. "Truly beautiful," he said as he studied them, drinking in the visible fear on Enigma's face even as she tried to hide it.
"I'm surprised she lasted this long," he said as he got to the end. "With that much blood lose, she should have passed out and died considering her anemia."
He handed the phone back, pulling his glasses off, eyes closed as he savored the new memories before blinking, looking at Joker. "A pity you didn't record sound," Scarecrow said with a wide grin. "I bet the fear in her voice would have been pleasurable to listen to."