He believes quite the opposite; since he’s the k i n g of everything including this filthy rathole. He quite of favors her, so she could possibly gain whatever she desires.

She's doing great.

x.

His jokes are actually funny, compared to J's.

J's jokes are hilarious. Fuck you, Jason Peter Todd.

. . When will she stop telling him off for that? He's aiming for s o m e t h i n g. Is she free tonight? Would she mind getting a drink with him.

. . No, they're not. Well-thought, yes they might be; and they always hide a meaning behind. But funny? He'll pass.

It's not like I asked anybody to care about me, I'm well aware.

Again? That's boring.

He is extremely exhausted.

Catch him pinning him against a fucking wall.

Slides —— todd. † a plastic baggie. Full of ruffles.

. . That is a pleasant surprise; so he retrieves the plastic bag. "What's that for?"

Who you wanna hate now? Pretty soon you gonna hate me.

Afternoon, heathens.

. . Is he passed out on the floor? yes, yes he is.

Hypothetical situations? He thought they were getting somewhere. She's right, but he always has lived for danger.

Stretches. Man, Arkham is becoming even more boring as days pass.