He nearly cringed at the idea of having to put up with her, his cage was not exactly what he’d call a holiday stay. His brows smoothed as he eased a look over his shoulder towards her. Noting she was a bit closer than moments before those damned heels of her scrapped along the floor. He let his eyes cast down on them before turning around to face the good lady doctor. So she was serious about trying to have this evaluation.  She was overly aware of her face he seemed to think so most people didn’t keep the same simple expression when they spoke. Her tone then that fake blank look and the simple smile again. He didn’t care what her name was in truth but it kept the conversation going. He suddenly didn’t feel like talking about himself at all and began to focus on her.<br/><br/>The hardened stare was a studious sweeping gaze that fell over every little detail of her face. Her hair its neatly presented and oh so professional style. Her neck tracking the presence of any jewelry or lack there of all the way down to her wrists and fingers one finger in particular. He pressed his hand up to the glass and frowned some his head bent down as they stood almost a full foot away from each other. Shame about the glasses maybe some men found them appealing he wasn’t one of them. Four eyes. He watched her lack of emotion but the man merely shrugged. “My history.” The taste of something sour hit his throat as he smacked his lips. “<br/><br/>Who really gives a shit about me? As far as most people are concerned they’d like me to be held competent enough to stand trial. It’s what I would like as well. It aint going to get any better than this right now Toots.” He catch the way she eyed him and began to ease back from the glass. “There isn’t much to improve.”<br/><em> “What's your real name? I've heard the Joker.”</em><br/>“Whats your real name?” He looked back at her with a grin.<br/><em> “How many crimes do you think you've committed in your career?”</em><br/><br/>“How many have you committed.” Another grin though he wasn’t referring to crimes. “How many nut jobs have you sent to the padded room girly?” He wasn’t about to really answer her questions he didn’t want to talk about himself. “You know it’s pretty late and I sure could use some sleep. Saturday night is date night you know ? You should be out there with some moron you can assess and ultimately decide he isn’t good enough for you.” She wasn’t much fun right now, he turned around lazily lankily to his cement bed. “Bring me something when you come back Toots. If I like it I will answer a few of those questions for you no problem.” He sent his hand through the air in assurance.  The rags of his shirt were pulled off his shoulders bunching it up behind his head as he sank back . Nice and cozy like lifting a knee as he lay there.<br/><br/>“Extra points if you bring me the newspaper. Sunday’s paper. I have a feeling the headline is going to be a blast.” He wasn’t kidding, he had been able to get away with a few things before that flying rodent caught up with him. The church on main was ticking and midnight mass was about to start his smile fell more inwardly and the thought of it. “Are you a religious sort of girl ??" He shook his head in never mind. "Good night my dear.”<br/>