"The fruit always tastes stringy in those things." The Joker yawned lazily and then turned his eyes to Edward. They were a stark green, unnatural that they were, and they held little mirth. The Joker wasn't in the best mood for multiple reasons, so many factors that had built up and now with Harley away and Delite out of it, he didn't have anything to rally him up. He had one want right now and he had no way to get it. And that was irritating. He looked at Jonathan's bruised face and he smiled for the first time. "Batsy had a pop at you, spooky?"

"Yeah, he stomped on my face." Jonathan clarified as he came over to the pair and dragged a chair over, watching Delite carefully as he considered what was the best course. "Hey, sweetheart. You looking awfully blue. That ain't good look on you. Come on, son. You gotta look at me, okay?"

Jonathan watched Delite and the Joker considered it for a few moments before gently nudging Delite. He wanted something to bust through.

Looking at Edward, the Joker frowned. "You notice the lights at night?" They turned off five minutes earlier. He hated that. Very annoying/