Jonathan fidgeted with the cuff of his suit jacket. It looked quite a bit like one of his usual ones, so it didn't bother him at all. In fact, it made him slightly more comfortable with this whole thing.

What was bothering him was that Joker was a good two hours late. He didn't care, mind you, since he hadn't wanted this entire wedding fiasco in the first place, but since his father had gone through so much trouble to set this all up, it would be a terrible waste to have to tear it all down because he'd managed to scare the Joker off unintentionally.

Even if it was his intention when he'd wound up agreeing to this whole thing.

And he was certainly not feeling hurt at this moment. No, he was just feeling irritated at being forced away from his experiments for a guy who wasn't even bothering to show for his own wedding. At least, that was the excuse he gave everyone as he stormed through the building, locking himself back in his room.

As he tried filling his mind with thoughts of formulas and chemicals, he ignored the voice in the back of his mind telling him that he was apparently too screwed up for the most screwed up person he'd ever come across.

Another hour passed before one of the servants came up to tell him his fiancee had arrived. The man was promptly gassed for using that ridiculous word.

Gordon came up ten minutes later, when the screams had stopped, and led Jonathan to the wedding ceremony nobody would be able to forget.