As Continued from Nexus....

[why_s0_serious]

"Really." Fascinating behavior, Crane vows to, um, 'study' it further, and in greater detail. Much. "...My apologies for doubting you."

Have a sigh, Joker, a sigh of great disappointment and long suffering genius pain. "Yes, ow. Come along, I have a first aid kit in one of my hideouts..." Among other things.

Crane fiddles for his PIN (in the shape

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[is_fear_itself]

Crane doesn't show any positive or negative reaction to the space-invasion, but it equally thrills and discomfits him, in a weird way. The nose tap, however, pries a half snort out of him. "You are affectionate." That's right, Sherlock, piece it together.

"Oh, you like it, do you? I'm no Martha Stewart - closer to the Invisible Man, actually - but I know what I like... Thank you." What is it about the Joker that makes him relax? Makes him want to crack wise himself, or just...chill and be normal? (Normal for him being really weird, of course). Maybe he knows that his real, inner self is what the Joker wants, and he doesn't have to pretend to be anything else.

Crane wanders over to the fridge to get out a ziplock baggie of ice, and tosses it to the Joker. "Put this on your hand... I know I have ibuprofin around here somewhere... I've been experimenting with a combination MDMA, Fluoxetine Hydrochloride, isobutylpropanoicphenolic acid and DLPA... Ecstasy, Prozac, Ibuprofin and...well, a kind of sugar, actually--a happy pill. I need to sell some street drugs that people actually want to take."

He sounds like that makes him some kind of drug prostitute, and to him, it probably does.

[why_s0_serious]

Yes, he is. And he's going to keep it up, french-toast in bed and all.

"And safety-prison orange looks so much better on you anyway." He himself seems a bit less on edge than usual. Less twitchy, less blade-swinging. He could probably still kill somebody with a q-tip or something, but he's like a purring kitten, ready to pounce. And maybe scratch the bejeezus out of something.

He catches the ice, pressing it to his purple fingers. He listens with rapt attention, eyes a little wide, like a child hearing about how ice cream is made. "...Neat. Any Flintstones vitamins?"

He grins. He loves his scientific lunatic. Really.

[is_fear_itself]

"How kind of you." Totally amused, trying not to show it. He's rather proud of his Joker taming skills, but a contented tiger is still a tiger. The edge of danger just makes it more alluring to him though - Crane has some kind of masochistic deathwish.

"Ha, no... but compared to my latest batch of toxin, it may as well be a chewable tablet..." Pause. Gears turn. "...chewable fear gas tablets... delayed response time, perhaps... child has morning vitamin, goes to school... panic attack ensues. Difficult to trace--insidious--..."

He pulls off his mask, totally hot for you, Joker, and grins like the Cheshire cat. "That is a wonderful idea."

[why_s0_serious]

"Truth." He smiles, looking for a place to sit down, and after making a small circle in place on the carpet, sits on the floor. Contentedly.

The Joker sits from his place and watches Crane's mind go-a-workin', holding his iced hand to his chest with a smile. For all intents and purposes, that's just sexy. Conniving Crane is purr worthy.

The Joker merely smiles, head tilted, watching the burlap going bye-bye, fixated on all that is Jonathan Crane.

"Yes, it is. Doc." ♥ Now get over here.

[is_fear_itself]

Crane shakes off his power fantasies of little kids running and screaming from imaginary playground horrors and goes to get the Joker a glass of milk and a Codine. He heads over to the rug, crouching to watch the Joker thoughtfully. Hey, one hand broken, one hand with ice... After a moment of clinical examination, Crane holds the pill up to the Joker's mouth, a bit like an uncertain kid at a petting zoo holding out food for the scary looking goat.

"Here..."

He grins a bit as a random thought comes to him, and adds, "Did you know coulrophobia is the third most common fear among average adults? The first being the fear of public speaking... and the second being the fear of death?"

[why_s0_serious]

Baaa. The Joker, still hugging said hands to himself, smiles and opens his mouth, tongue obediently inching past his teeth. Thank you, Dr. Boyfriend.

His eyebrows raise at this new tidbit of information. Always a new reason to love Crane. So as not to disrupt pill-giving, simply exclaims, "Uh-uh."

Mmm, Codine. Delicious and nutritious. Between the pill and the milk, he balances the little white thing on his tongue to mumble, "An' w'ats your fav'rite ph'bia?"

[is_fear_itself]

You're welcome, Punchinello.

"Mmm." Crane rocks back on his heels, thoughtfully, "Either omniphobia--whose connotations should be obvious--or formidophobia, the fear of fear...and scarecrows."

[why_s0_serious]

Of course. Silly question.

"That's just neat." He smiles. "Like, ah, you. Doc."

He frees his uninjured hand to hold the milk and sip at it. It wasn't something he had all the time. In fact, for a minute there, he wasn't entirely sure what it was. It tastes so -different- a few weeks past it's prime. He didn't eat all the time, after all, living off stolen candy-bars, and whatever miscellany he happens to grab at the time.

Milk was pretty new. It was even fresh. And Crane was just so sweet for that. And the crack tablet. Look at that neck. Nibble worthy.

"Arachibutyrophobia."

Whoa, talk about late tag. :| Sorry, bb.

[is_fear_itself]

"I'm neat, am I? Kind of you."

If Crane knew how the Joker subsisted, he'd either throw up or be fascinated. Or throw up and then be fascinated.

He thinks for a minute, running the fear through his vast--nigh obsessive--mental collection, and then laughs, "Please, I think that's something they invent for Maury Povich. I've never gassed anyone and had them start screaming about peanut butter."

:3 It's all gravy, darling <3

[why_s0_serious]

"Don'tcha believe me, Doc? You're like, ahm--a shiny bauble." Baubles and beads. "Behind lasers, bullet proof Plexiglas, and those, hm, little trip alarms that scrEaaAm like boiling bushbabies." And he'd just love to steal you in the dead of night with lots of guns and fire, Crane. And play with you. ♥

He won't mention the Funion binges, then.

Oh, there's that sound again! The Joker giggles--the Codine is helping--, and proceeds to blow a bubble at the edge of his milk. "Oh, heavens no--it's coming! Nutty, creamy--heehooha--spreadable demise is here..."

He removes the ice to check over his fingers. The swelling has lessened a teeny bit, though they're still a little brownish purple. Blasted Tweety. He looks up with something of a pout. It's still ouchy, Dr. Boyfriend. Sulk, sulk, sulk.

<333! I might as well ask how you're doing, love XD

[is_fear_itself]

"Oh, wonderful... No, I believe you." He runs one thumb thoughtfully down one of the Joker's mouth-scars--really wondering if he's going to be allowed to keep that hand for much longer, "That means I'm as valuable to you as a toy as you are to me as a patient." He grins.

"Honestly, I'd cry if that was their greatest fear... Actually, you know, it just might be fun to try instilling it in Batman. Can you imagine chasing him with a tub of Jif or Skippy?"

Crane follows his gaze down, carefully taking the injured hand in his own, thin fingers running over the bruises like someone would pet a frightened bird; "Poor thing... should I kiss it better?" It's really hard to tell if that's a joke or not, Mr. The Joker Monarch, sir.

:3 I'm doing rather peachy, milove, and hope thou art as well!

[why_s0_serious]

What a conundrum indeed! Though the aforementioned crack tablet does seem to be kicking in now, and that -does- feel nice...this tiger just got stroked the right way. "Do I gotta pay extra for the, ah, longer session, Doc..." He grins right back.

He bounces a little, snickering with joy, "I want the, ahm, ah--the crunchy jar! And a spoon!" He'd be flicking globs at him with it. And gather a giant vat of it somehow. It's hard to say how he gets the ridiculous things he uses most of the time, and a enormous vat of peanutbutter is probably an easy one.

He juts his lip lightly, lightly biting on the rim of his milk glass. At least he doesn't have those impressive eyebrows. "Make the owey go away. ♥"

♥ ♥ ♥ Wonderful! And I am. >3

[is_fear_itself]

Crane smiles, "I have experience dealing drugs, clown. The first is always free."

Giant prop peanut butter jar? If anyone could do it, the Joker could.

The Scarecrow bends his head a bit, leaning down to kiss the hand, and exhales a little hotly across the fingers. "Mmmm. You'll feel better before you know it... but if you need something to distract you, I would be more than happy."

:3 then all is right with the world

[why_s0_serious]

He smiles right back, per usual, one finger gently brushing the inside of his wrist. "I'm hooked."

Oh, now that just feels lovely. Isn't he lovely? Luv-eh-lee. Of course he'll be feeling better. He's a doctor. And he's his doctor. That's just neat.

He bends down a little himself, and nudges Crane's head with his own, the playful puppy. Look at that ear. He takes a small nibble on the rim.

"Distraaact mee...♥"