Jeremiah froze in midstep. That voice... so...<br/><br/>He turned to see the Joker's hideous grin. Those beady eyes were upon him. Burning into him. He felt sweat beading up on his face. He wasn't cut out for this shit.<br/><br/><em>Oh shit,</em>he thought, and then wet his lips.<br/><br/>He should be fine. Six inches of bulletproof glass and a door with iron bars welded so close together a man couldn't get his hand out past the wrist.<br/><br/><em>You sir, are fuckin' nuts.</em><br/><br/><em>And I'm fucking nuts for stopping.</em><br/><br/>He wet his lips, and then answered.<br/><br/>"Who... who's there?"