As Continued from Nexus....

[why_s0_serious]

"Really." Fascinating behavior, Crane vows to, um, 'study' it further, and in greater detail. Much. "...My apologies for doubting you."

Have a sigh, Joker, a sigh of great disappointment and long suffering genius pain. "Yes, ow. Come along, I have a first aid kit in one of my hideouts..." Among other things.

Crane fiddles for his PIN (in the shape

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[is_fear_itself]

Crane doesn't show any positive or negative reaction to the space-invasion, but it equally thrills and discomfits him, in a weird way. The nose tap, however, pries a half snort out of him. "You are affectionate." That's right, Sherlock, piece it together.

"Oh, you like it, do you? I'm no Martha Stewart - closer to the Invisible Man, actually - but I know what I like... Thank you." What is it about the Joker that makes him relax? Makes him want to crack wise himself, or just...chill and be normal? (Normal for him being really weird, of course). Maybe he knows that his real, inner self is what the Joker wants, and he doesn't have to pretend to be anything else

[why_s0_serious]

Yes, he is. And he's going to keep it up, french-toast in bed and all.

"And safety-prison orange looks so much better on you anyway." He himself seems a bit less on edge than usual. Less twitchy, less blade-swinging. He could probably still kill somebody with a q-tip or something, but he's like a purring kitten, ready to pounce. And maybe scratch the bejeezus out of something.

He catches the ice, pressing it to his purple fingers. He listens with rapt attention, eyes a little wide, like a child hearing about how ice cream is made. "...Neat. Any Flintstones vitamins?"

He grins. He loves his scientific lunatic. Really.

[is_fear_itself]

"How kind of you." Totally amused, trying not to show it. He's rather proud of his Joker taming skills, but a contented tiger is still a tiger. The edge of danger just makes it more alluring to him though - Crane has some kind of masochistic deathwish.

"Ha, no... but compared to my latest batch of toxin, it may as well be a chewable tablet..." Pause. Gears turn. "...chewable fear gas tablets... delayed response time, perhaps... child has morning vitamin, goes to school... panic attack ensues. Difficult to trace--insidious--..."

He pulls off his mask, totally hot for you, Joker, and grins like the Cheshire cat. "That is a wonderful idea."

[why_s0_serious]

"Truth." He smiles, looking for a place to sit down, and after making a small circle in place on the carpet, sits on the floor. Contentedly.

The Joker sits from his place and watches Crane's mind go-a-workin', holding his iced hand to his chest with a smile. For all intents and purposes, that's just sexy. Conniving Crane is purr worthy.

The Joker merely smiles, head tilted, watching the burlap going bye-bye, fixated on all that is Jonathan Crane.

"Yes, it is. Doc." ♥ Now get over here.