Despite himself, he leaned to the attention, a brow dropping to the remark. No, we will not be doing anything either of us will regret-- What's... Oh.

Blackmail, clever.

He frowned, turned his face from the pictures, eying sidelong. There was no use stating the obvious now, was there? Could he pander to him more? He wasn't above-- No he was, actually. Crane shifted as if he intended to stand, escape maybe, who knew. Maybe Joker would let him walk right out of here.