With Harley back behind the wheel, Jonathan was a little calmer. She, at least, stopped at red lights.
Joker refused to tell him what the meeting had been about, instead insisting that they go somewhere for breakfast, ignoring Jonathan's protests that it was past noon, and therefore lunch would be more appropriate.
They'd stopped at several places so far, Joker complaining each time they were told that breakfast was no longer being served. His method of complaining, it seemed, involved violent tantrums that left several people injured, if not dead. Jonathan hadn't had the time to check, as he'd been struggling to get his husband out of the vicinity.
"Truly unbelievable! Ain't business suppose ta be about the customer?" Joker ranted, encouraged by Harley's responses up front.
Jonathan rubbed his forehead, trying to tune Joker out. At this point, he didn't care where they ate, as long as Joker would just calm down. The entire situation was becoming ridiculous.
"—gourmet chefs. Right, Jonny?" Joker looked at him expectingly. Jonathan blinked.
"Absolutely."
"Glad ya see it from my point of view," he giggled. "All right, Harl, drop us off here."
"Yes, Mistah J!" She pulled into the parking lot of what appeared to be a rundown diner. Joker jumped out, Jonathan following suit with another sigh. He got about three steps away from the car before it suddenly took off.
"What the…"
"She's got a play-date with her friend Pam," Joker explained, taking Jonathan's hand. "C'mon. They have really good burgers here."
Jonathan raised an eyebrow.
"I thought you wanted breakfast."
"It's too late for that now. C'mon."