For the better part of the night, Eva was made to consult Joker as if he were any other client. Although, she honestly couldn't call to mind in any given situation where she felt this on edge in the presence of one of her soon to be canvases. Through most of the discussion, she had the overwhelming urge to throw up, but she figured that would be a bad idea. Joker probably wouldn't take vomit all over his shoes in stride. Eva did her best to pretend he was someone else, she did her very best to ignore the two goons that had taken their positions at her back in case she tried anything. Keeping her head down and her eyes intently focused on her Surface, Eva went about sketching was Joker described "You know how I like to smile?"

Eva nodded, worrying that if she spoke there would be a risk of her squeaking, coughing, puking, or all three at once. Apparently the silent acknowledgment was not something Joker liked. "Do I make ya nervous sweetheart?"

Not looking up, she nodded. "Oh common, I'm not so scary…"

He was leaning towards her, and his hand snuck in for another "affectionate" slap. Eva gritted her teeth. Forcing her chin up, Joker made her look for the better part of a minute, or maybe it was worst? He looked thoughtful for a short while "You have pretty eyes. I'm tempted to scoop em out and keep em."

Eva's hazel eyes widen to the size of saucers as her fingernails dug holes into the arm rests of the chair. Joker continued to hold her in place, Christ, he was actually contemplating the idea of scooping her eyes out. Taking a shuddering breath, Eva smiled awkwardly "I'd like to keep them…"

Chuckling, Joker grinned, flashing the metal teeth. Forcing back a shudder, Eva finished "If you don't mind?"

He continued to stare at her, Eva needed to kill the overwhelming sense of terror that was welling up in her stomach. More than likely, she mistook the welling terror for her early dinner brewing horribly in the pit of stomach, terror being the trigger. Grabbing her Surface, Eva forced it into Joker's free hand. "This is what I have so far…"

Thankfully, it was enough of a distraction. On the screen, Eva managed to sketch a mass of "Ha's" and on the other half of the screen, was a large manic smile. Cartoon to some degree with a dash or realism to set the teeth off. Joker let her go, adding in a slight shove for emphasis. Eva fell back in her chair, watching his reaction. He took a deep breath "Aaaah, I like this, I like this a lot."

Then he went quiet "Bit curious though sweetheart, why'd ya go without that blood effect hmm? You're so good at."

It was out of her mouth before Eva cram it "I figured you'd be covered in blood, didn't wanna overdo it—"

Her voice cut off quickly, she could feel her heart beating against her ribs. Shit, he was gonna kill her, Eva was convinced he was gonna start beating on her. Slowly, very slowly a smile erupted on his face and he howled with laughter. The sound felt like a rusty nail digging a trench in Eva's spine. It went on for what felt like minutes. At this point the tattooist figured that him beating on her would be a far better outcome, at least it would have been predictable. Better to be benign to this maniac than amusing. Eva should have kept her trap shut, she should have shrugged and said nothing he probably would have left it at that. "You sweet talkin me?"

Eva stared, this time she managed to shut up and went with the mere shake of a head. Better than saying something along the lines of fuck no! He smiled and handed back her Surface. "Good, I like it when my women don't talk, too much chit chat can get ya killed."

Fighting the urge to sneer in disgust, Eva ended up just sitting there. Completely dumbfounded but harmless and emotionless, all the better to not get killed. Joker went about straightening his jacket. Standing, he walked around where Eva sat. "Those are perfect, think of a few more."

Eva spun around. "What?"

He glanced at her. "What do ya mean what sweetheart? I want more."

"What else were you thinking?"

Not looking up from buttoning his jacket, he replied. "I think ya know what I like Eva. It'd be a shame if ya screwed up."

Looking at her, he winked and bared his metal encrusted teeth in a grin. "I'll be back same time same place next week."

His goons had gone out the door, but Joker paused "I'm sure you know the drill?"

Eva fixed her eyes on the table in front of her. "No Gotham PD, no Batman, no Justice League?"

Joker chuckled. "Reading my mind already, good girl."

That said, Joker shut the door and within a few minutes the headlights to his car and the roar of the engine were swallowed up in the distance and darkness. All Eva could do was sit there, staring at the space where the Joker had been sitting and at the mess of tattoo spit balling on her Surface. One continuous thought floated the void of her mind… "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck."