"Bully jock, yeah? Has a ring to it." Jerome kissed where he'd left a bite mark, then laughed. Of course he laughed. He felt it couldn't hurt to get Jonathan used to that beautiful sound. One day, all of Gotham would be haunted by it. Seemed only right to get started early with someone this consumed by fear. "Jock, joke. There's something there, I can feel it."

He smacked his lips and petted Jonathan's head. "It is your head. But you're all alone here stuck inside your head, so what's worse than whatever's lurking in there? You've got the Scarecrow already. Add the clown. Make it a circus."