"Do you do that to make sure you never let the remorse-' Harvey stopped himself, it wasn't a question he wanted to count because he was sure the answer would be somewhere along the same lines. The future, kill the past. Harvey shrugged off his suit jacket, eleven months old, bought before the Maroni trial process began.

It reminded him of his college roommate, stupid side smirks and come on Harv, take a break. Alcohol and pointless games. He glanced up at Joker, nearly snide. "How did you get those scars?" Since we're not lying.