Joker kept staring into the rafters of the stage as he listened to Harley's breathing slow into a sleeping cadence, he could feel jealousy and rage simmering in his chest at how quickly she had fallen asleep. It seemed like no matter what she did she always seemed to get under his skin and yet he cared about her too much to do anything truly harmful. After a while he closed his eyes and tried to match her breathing, focusing on it, hoping that her breath would be the boat that took him into unconsciousness. It seemed like ages before sleep finally swept him under and when it was over he hardly felt rested. No more than an hour and a half had passed since he fell asleep. He tended to wake up before dreams could happen because on this medicine the dreams were nightmares...and the nightmares were always flashbacks of war. Harley didn't know that about him. Didn't know he used to be a marine. She didn't know a lot of things about him yet. Shifting from under Harley's hold carefully so not to wake her he sat on the edge of the bed and held his head in his palms. Seering flashes of third world torture sliced through his brain and with a muffled groan he slipped his shoes on and left the stage. Finding a few men scattered in the theatre seats covered with their coats or blankets as they slept he hesitated before turning back to grab his coat. Once he was outside he struck a match and kindled a cigarette before sitting down next to a man he didn't know. But the man knew him. The sheer presence of Joker set icy terror in the man's veins, even more so than the cold November air. But Joker wasn't there to terrorize him, Joker was there to have a smoke and be around somebody who was awake. The man's name was Sean, and once Joker got him talking he didn't shut up. It comforted Joker to hear the man talk and although none of it stuck in Joker's sleep fogged mind it was still better than starting silently into darkness. When he finally did go to sleep it was when the sky was beginning to lighten from black to deep dark blue. Slipping back into the bed with Harley he caught a couple more hours of sleep before shattering memories of razor blades being shoved under his nails woke him with a muffled whimper. Jostling in the bed with a startled cry Joker sat up and brushed his hands over his arms to stop the crawling sensations he was feeling before heading towards the smell of coffee and fast food breakfast. Pausing for a brief moment to light one of his clove cigarettes. He couldn't wait to have this medicine out of his system, to have sleep that was, for the most part, dreamless. And he had to be tougher than his dreams, so he arrived in the front room like a storm. Predatory eyes burning with hate and a seething posture of contempt towards the others he grabbed up one of the large cups of black coffee and drank from the steaming cup like it was water. His dark green eyes scanned the faces in the room, hair messy from fitful sleep, greasepaint makeup smeared and missing in some places.<br/>"Why are you all still here?" He barked, "Don't you haaave objectiiives to complete?" He growled, moving to one of the many McDonald's bags and grabbing a random sandwich.