It was a nice shirt, the Joker would readily admit that, but all's fair in love and war. So to speak.
"I got you all the best - bought it just for you, too, dollface. After all, I'm not as skinny as you..."
He tore the tattered shirt away, throwing it against the wall, then grinned wide, hunkered down, and took the knife to the doctor's pants.
He paused, though, resting the flat of the blade against Crane's thigh, and looked up at him from between his legs. "...You know, I almost feel bad for cutting these adorable pants off..." He ticked the tip of the knife against one of the cartoonish alligators decorating the pants, honestly a little surprised that the Dr. Crane would wear anything like them, pajamas or not.
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"I got you all the best - bought it just for you, too, dollface. After all, I'm not as skinny as you..."
He tore the tattered shirt away, throwing it against the wall, then grinned wide, hunkered down, and took the knife to the doctor's pants.
He paused, though, resting the flat of the blade against Crane's thigh, and looked up at him from between his legs. "...You know, I almost feel bad for cutting these adorable pants off..." He ticked the tip of the knife against one of the cartoonish alligators decorating the pants, honestly a little surprised that the Dr. Crane would wear anything like them, pajamas or not.