"Not always." Harvey's nails dug into the Joker's shoulder, drawing down his arm in long reddened lines. His own skin was already splotched with bites, something Rachel had never done, a movement that was uniquely the clown's in Harvey's mind now without even realizing.

He let go to grab the green hair again and pull the man forward, maybe making a point of his statement by swallowing any words the painted man may have chosen to answer with. He quickened his pace, fingers tightening in the dyed hair as he did.