"He would do it for me. He loves me so much." Delite claimed it and he did smile in his rather typically besotted way for the Joker, feeling quite mollified by the idea of a nose being bitten off in his honour. However, the mirth didn't quite return to his eyes. "His hands are like shovels. I don't know if he feels pain..."

He certainly didn't seem to. Edward sighed, pushing his hair back and looking over at Jonathan. "An immovable object, stopping our unstoppable forces, it would seem. However, I'm certain that we shall find a way to prevail. Come on, Delite, how long can you really go without annoying me?"

Ignoring Edward, Delite focused on Jonathan. "I missed you, doc. You were always the best. Those other docs are all quacks. Doubt they even went to therapist school all proper."