As the silence grew it iced over the vehicle and set wheels turning in Jay's twisted mind. There was a single tsk of his tongue that was a precursor of his impending annoyance before he sucked on the scar tissue on the inside of his cheeks. An annoyed sigh, barely a decibel, ghosted from his lips as his dark green eyes shifted repeatedly over at his woman and her still repose. Looking over at her in an almost unnatural head tilt Joker had a condescending posture to his frame.<br/>"What, so you have nothing to say to me?" He growled, "What have you been doing the past few months, huh?" He snapped. Normally she would have pushed his buttons...crossed his boundaries just to get a rise from him. Sometimes he thought she was too pretty for him. When her answer didn't come fast enough, whether from stubbornness or sheer thought, he switched the cigarette again and snatched up a rough handful of her hair. "Look at me!" He demanded, twisting his grip so she had no choice but to obey. Then, his expression softened and his grip relaxed...something gentle filled his eyes as his eyebrows raised in a sort of sympathetic expression. He really fucking missed her, and the fire that she was. His other hand went to her cheek, cigarette smoke snaking and dancing to the roof of the car, as he gave Harley a kiss. Much like somebody would test the water before walking in. His second kiss was with more conviction, his tongue tasting her lips in a passing flick before he pulled away. "I'm not mad at you." He confessed, "I'm just..." He growled a sigh and sat back proper again, taking a hit from the clove-scented cigarette. "I'm just tired." Though, that wasn't exactly what he was feeling. Sensing emotions and their actual names was rough for him. He felt drained and agitated and crowded. Such a small vehicle was sort of getting to him, and that in itself frustrated him, since all he really wanted to do was refuel with a good long cuddle session and a decent home cooked meal. And all while he thought about those things, in the foreground was the ticking and turning of a new, better plan to make Gotham wake up. Since the citizens of Gotham had refused to play his little game and had let him down, this time, he was not going to put all of his stakes in their hands. Not this time.