When Rachel said check the table lamp the Joker licked the inside of his mouth, tongue trailing along the thin line of the scar. He had been told all of Gotham P.D.'s codes thanks to his work with Malroni. That one meant the Bat signal. It didn't matter, since he himself had told the Bat that Rachel was missing, but there was still the fact that she had tried to make a fool of him by using cop speak. "No no no no!" He exclaimed gleefully, jumping up and down right onto Rachel's foot. "You're not playing by my rules." He spat at her and pulled the phone back to his own lips, so he could finish talking to the guy.<br/><br/>"Well?"<br/><br/>For a second the voice was silent, then it returned, a bit quieted. "Louis Dalione. What kind of sick game are you trying to play?"<br/><br/>"Not yet, explanation in a minute- patience. Have you got a wife, Lou, can I call you Lou?"<br/><br/>"No you can't, and I do."<br/><br/>A smirk played across his scarred lips "Do you love your wife, Lou? Do you like to think about what I could do to her, just trace the number, cross reference it with your name- I'd be at your place in 30 minutes. I'd find her- you- any kids?"<br/><br/>"You stay the fuck away from my family!"<br/><br/>"Wrong answer!" His voice was a deep throaty growl, it would send chills down almost any persons spine. "Let's play the right way. Harley wants to do some slicing, I'm not picky about who. Your wife, or Miss Dawes here. No other options. Name a victim, and name a body part!" He was pacing, his tongue flying across his lips in anticipation, casting quick glances at Rachel and Harley. "Oh and, there's a time limit to every question. If you don't answer in ten seconds, I cut up both Miss Dawes and your wife, and send them to you, in a nice big box, like a puzzle. Do you like puzzles, Lou?"<br/><br/>The answer was hoarse. "...Dawes. God- I'm sorry- I. My wife." Now the Joker had him rattled, and it thrilled the Joker beyond all other things, he was practically skipping at he walked around, unable to stay still.<br/><br/>"Body part?" He stopped moving, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear, his hands rose, holding up ten fingers. He counted silently, one finger dropping each second. "4...3...2..."<br/><br/>"Her foot. Just, fuck- her foot." Louis was already moving to his car, he lived at least 10 minutes away from the MCU, but he thought that if he could get the phone to the police they could track it. He wanted to try and make the game move slow enough, keep anything in a non-fatal location. His stomach was turning around like jelly.<br/><br/>This time The joker's tongue lingered, and he spoke to Rachel "See- people in this town aren't<em>worth</em>saving." He gave a nod to Harley. Lou's idea had been great, not only did it mean he was playing, but also that if anything happened, Rachel would have a hard time running away.