"Yes," Pamela agreed, because this was becoming even more of a sausage fest. Victor simply shrugged. And Edward put both hands on Jervis' shoulders in hopes of centring him somewhat.

"The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! The Cheshire cat, we have to go to him." Edward was not about to let the Joker die here. "What of Delite, is he anywhere?" Not that he cared overly much, but between Jonathan and the Joker, odds were he was caught up somewhere in the middle.

"I thought I was the Jabberwocky." Victor was a little put out over that.