Harvey unbuttoned his shirt without missing a beat, an irate look as he did so. "I'd hate to see what you were before then." He tossed the shirt to the side, surprisingly still apathetic to this all. Part of him wondered where this was leading and part of him knew where it led. He didn't stop.

He paused- he needed something the Joker wouldn't answer, to prove he wasn't just a puppet on strings. He could pull back just as hard, he knew things about this man just like the mad man knew of him. The idea could make him nauseous but instead it made him focused.

He nearly smiled. "What's your name?"He asked, taking a forkful of the chicken. "Not your gimmick."