"I can't believe I talked that one chick into the super sanity. I'm sticking with it, no one can take it away from him. I'm so sane, it made me insane and that's true sanity." It was like philosophy 101 and he was not willing to let it go. The biggest myth he had ever spread was the super sanity bullshit and he was sticking with it to the bitter end. He watched Edward work away, a small smile on his face. "I wonder if you'd ever like a true diagnosis, Eddie. You don't like when people hold up the mirror unless you happen to be looking fine in it."

And he had a feeling that an accurate diagnosis would just upset his little buddy. Too bad, so sad.

The beeps went off and the Joker grinned, looking at Edward expectantly. "They got a new vending machine in the guard's lounge. You want a coke or a ... I don't know, fancy a redbull? I love it. Or they have this new one, Gotham made, called Slaughter Water. It's delightful."