"Quetiapine?" Edward asked him once they were a few steps away, figuring that would be safe enough. "That makes sense. I guess his diagnosis isn't that hard to figure out. Although he told me once that he's sane, just crazy in love." And, boy, was he ever.

"You see what I mean though, don't you? The Joker is not happy and that's never good. Between him and Harvey, I'm not sure who'll attempt a murder first. Too bad that idiot is built like a brickhouse." How was that for karma? "It's a good look though, you being ever so professional. Maybe I should go have therapy with you some time, fix my pretty head."