Can't you just tell me?" Joker asked. Jonathan'd been working all day so far, and had only recently left the lab to get something to drink. Tea, to be exact. They were currently in an old break-room, which had been semi-converted into a kitchen.
"It only needs to sit for another twelve hours. You'll know soon enough."
"But waiting is--"
"So incredibly boring?" Jonathan finished, dipping his tea in an effort to make it steep quicker.
"See? I'm so bored I'm becoming predictable."
"You could clean something."
"Not that bored."
"Sharpen your knives?"
"Already did that."
"Go out and cause chaos?"
"Maybe," Joker paused. "Or maybe…"
He grabbed Jonathan's good hand, dragging him out of the room and down the stairs.
"Hey! What--"
"C'mon, Jonny. Gotham awaits us!"
"Can I at least have my tea first?"
"You can have it when we get back."
Jonathan sighed as his hand was released, reluctantly moving to the passenger side of the car.
"It'll be cold when we get back," he said, sitting down. The car started up.
"You can microwave it."
"Eww."
Securing his seatbelt, Jonathan glanced out the window.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
"You'll see."