His head shook, in the circle of light the edges of green curls showed, shaking and bouncing in the light, then falling back to his head, in the shadows. Slowly he circled, moving in just a little. In the light the side of his face glistened, the red deep, but the scars noticable, extruding from his face a little in swollen glory. The Batman did have quite a right hook! His eyes were dark shadows, a combination of the lack of light and the thick make up.<br/><br/>When Rachel asked a question he did not stop moving, circling. She could not swing her chair and he was lost in her peripheral vision. He moved behind her, silent. Suddenly, there was a warmth in her ear. Ragged breathing, he hovered over her from behind. "Just to show Gotham that no one-" His hand reached up, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back a little, so she could look at him. "Not Batman." He pulled her hair more. "Not Gordon." Harder, he could see the ribbed outside of her trachea press against the skin, every breath a noticable swell down the soft flesh.  "Not Harvey Dent." He finally let go, pushing her head forward, but his hand stayed in her hair, toying with it, petting at it. "Can stop this city from losing it's mind! Whatever it has left of it!" His voice echoed in her eardrum, loud and laughing.<br/><br/>One hand stayed in her hair, petting at it, warping his fingers around strands.  His other hand moved down sliding sensually over her side, stopping a little below the hips he paused, feeling a bump. "Oh you do like me!" He cackled, rubbing it suggestively for a moment before puling it out. A cell phone. He let go of her hair and took it, moving around to stand before her. He licked his lips, flipping the phone open and turning away from Rachel. "Harley! We're gonna play a little game, help me chose the contestant!" He said gleefully as he waved the phone. He began punching in the Gotham area code, then looked up. "Who's it gonna be Har-who. A number. Any number. Seven numbers!"