Swatting Harley's hand away from his still drying makeup with a viciousness before taking her hand in his he managed the best smile he could with his damaged facial muscles. It was a strange sort of grimace, like a dog showing teeth, and it was uncomfortable if not a bit painful for Joker. So, as quickly as it had formed it was gone. And words iced over the attempt.<br/>"I've missed you, Harley." He began, there was an unnatural pause as he took a few hits of his cigarette; the clove-scented smoke filling the vehicle. He hadn't gotten a single visitor in his six-month stay because he was in high-security lockdown, and it felt weird to be around people after this long. Therapy sessions had been one on one and separated by a glass window...meals eaten alone...sleepless nights. He somehow got it in his mind that Harley hadn't been as faithful as she led him to believe, and so he let go of her hand. "Could you uh...<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>smother me right now." He demanded, shrugging Harley off and switching his cigarette to the hand adjacent to Harley. Keith looked down at the address that Harley handed him and furrowed his brows questioningly, wondering why they weren't going to the hideout they had been living in for the past six months. But with a mental shrug he put the paper in his pocket and turned right instead of left and head for the old theatre in the Amusement Mile district.