As the men in the room gathered up their breakfasts and coats and left the room they scattered like roaches caught by the light. Joker watched with a cynical expression as he unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. It wasn't until the population of the front room thinned out that he realized Harley was not there, and that boiled his blood more than ever. Setting down his coffee from the hand that also held his cigarette he pulled a long hit from it and exhaled the smoke before barking for her.<br/>"HARLEY." Was he really that out of it when he woke up that he didn't notice her in bed beside him? He barked for her again, this time with more conviction. "HAAAaaarleey!" And then he took another bite from his sandwich, abandoning it for his coffee. He wasn't in a gentle mood this morning, not after what his mind woke him up with. He was the soldier once more, at war with his mind, at war with the city of Gotham, at war with the world. Keith and Jonny were the only ones left in the room, each set of eyes watching one of the two doors that led into the stage room while Joker's eyes studied theirs. When Joker heard her shuffling feet and cute little yawn enter his presence he held out a cup of coffee to her. They were brown cups from some small coffee shop in the neighborhood with cardboard sleeves, this one had been marked Harley because Keith knew Harley's morning coffee just as well as he did Joker's. Joker took his coffee black, full to the brim, with extra caffeine, and had four of them in the morning. Hence the four cups marked Jay. "You look like crap," Joker remarked with a teasing scoff and a flirtatious smirk. "Must have slept well." He assumed, reaching out to smooth her hair and give her a brief kiss.