He could almost feel the beautiful District attorney shudder at his presence. But he was sprucing up, making himself perfect for his little debut into Gotham's subconscious again. By now the escape was probably noted, but would they think he had skipped town? That he was delaying? Who knows! That was half the fun about Gotham, the entire town was full of so many people driven past the brink that any question could be answered with an answer just as insane as himself. But he was not insane. He was ahead of the curve.<br/><br/>He had moved to the thick red on his lips when Harley appeared behind him. His head twitched to the side ever so slightly at her touch, before ignoring her and finishing himself off. She was someone like himself- a little off the curve. His tongue stuck into the side of his mouth slightly, as he ran his fingers though his coarse hair, and then slid off the side of his head, onto Harley's. The still bloodied palm moved down, shaking her head a little, then pushing her back off, so she would be off his shoulder and he could turn around.<br/><br/>As he turned he was back to his 'normal' self, full coverage on his face, sliding down onto his neck a little, some tuffs of white powder finding his hair at the roots. "No, no no no no. I got to -play- with<em>The Batman</em>. Won't show his little face- or break his almighty rule, but he will." He shook his head, his tongue lolling out and shaking, "He will." Then his head stopped it's minor convulsion and he sucked the tongue back in.<br/><br/>He walked toward the circle of light, circling, like a predator. He stopped to tilt his head and watch her squirm, ever so often. He talked to Harley, his feet being the only noticable thing inside the circle of light as he paced. "Has she said any -names? Anyone who will play our little game to get her back? Maybe the Batman will play! You should have seen him, Har!" He jumped a little on the spot, chortling. "The way he dove after her!"