The Joker stared at Crane, looking intensely bemused at the audacity of such a question.

"Well, for one..." He finishes off the last generous spoonful of oat pieces and eyes the remaining mush of half-dissolved marshmallows and milk in appreciation. "We know that Harvey can spend weeks at little Wayne's house and still come home like a good boy."

He shrugged, starting in on the marshmallow mush, "I consider that a win. I like making sure that, uh, the people I keep around me - you, Harvey, the clowns on the street corner outside - are all on my side. Makes things easier - less cleanup, if you're all playing with me, not against."