It was true, too. What he wouldn't give to be in control; he figured he might indulge Joker some, humor him but he also knew he only thought that because he was trying to justify whatever this was. Humoring, right? That's all.

Crane swallowed the forced laughter once more, inhaling sharp as Joker dipped to nuzzle his neck. His eyes widened some to the remark, unsure what to say about that. He let himself be momentarily fooled into thinking that maybe this was why he was doing this. Only momentarily.

"I think," he started, the smallest tremble in his voice which he quickly smoothed, that same professional tone starting, "I think you do this to bring people to your level. I think you want them to see what you see, be where you are-- in complete decadence. But I don't think that's why you like doing it." He wet his lips, glancing elsewhere. I don't know. "Maybe you live off cheap thrills, maybe it really gets you going to destroy the moral fiber of this city, maybe you just want to be remembered, infamous," he glanced back, a small smile turning his lips, "Maybe I'm giving you far too much intellectual credit."