He'd been initially alerted by the wiggling knob, and the subsequent crash should've surprised him, but it didn't-- or didn't earn more than a lofted brow; the trigger to a canister of fear toxin he felt at the tip of his fingers gave him enough security, he wasn't particularly afraid of being mugged.

He wasn't particularly afraid of anything though, was he?

As he quickly realized who it was, he frowned. It was a matter of time before Joker found where he'd been hiding away from them, he'd just not expected it to be so early in the morning. Thankfully he'd been awake otherwise he probably would've been quite mad. That door would need to be fixed, probably. Another thing to put on his list.

Hm.

Crane flicked the paper back open, "I've already eaten." A lie, but he doubted he wanted to eat anything Joker would make for him anyway.