The rest of the tattoo session continued without much interruption. More so when Eva made him turn in his chair so that she could get into the outlining of the serpentine dragon that he had been so adamant about. Eva continued to draw pleasure from causing him pain, especially when his freshly inked torso jostled the back of the chair. He was mercifully quiet, at one point the tattooist assumed that he had passed out. Swinging around she caught his eyes, they were wide open as he studied the brick exposed walls of her cubical. He didn't seem to notice her, thankfully.

Wheeling back to her position, Eva continued to jab him with the machine. Pausing only to wipe away the excess ink and blood. Then, finally, at long last, Joker fell asleep, his slowed breaths cluing her in. As if sensing his master's unconsciousness, Frost closed his book and got up. Signaling the end of the session. He would have to come back to shadow and color the dragon. Eva pulled back and shut off the machine.

Frost eyed her carefully, as if prepared for her to pull out her gun. Yet, Eva shrugged and removed her gloves with a decisive snap "He'll need to come in for a second session."

Nodding, the henchman grabbed the Joker's jacket and proceeded to lift him from his seat. Joker woke a little, muttering to Frost and giggling slightly. Eva watched him, disturbed at the overall humanness of his behavior. The trauma caused by the tattooing had made his meek as a kitten, it was messed up. Licking her lips, she grabbed for the bandages and salve from her desk. Putting on a fresh pair of latex gloves, she began to cake the Joker's back in ointment. Frost held him steady, never taking his eyes off the tattooist. The Clown was completely gone at this rate, his head lulling this way and that. "Why do you stay with him, Frost?"

Eva glanced up from her position on the floor. Frost's lips quirked as he contemplated her question "Suppose our reasons for sticking it out are similar…."

Smirking, Eva began to plaster the bandages of Joker's back "You fuck him too?"

Frost snorted in disgust "I'm not a fag."

Eva stepped back and admired her work "Wasn't calling you one, no need to get frosty."

Joker giggled stupidly at her joke. Frost sneered at her for a second, he could see why boss liked her. Her dry sense of humor and overall dark view of things was endearing at best. "We stay because of loyalty…."

She froze at his words. "You've got our wires confused, Frost. At least, you've got mine messed up."

Frost lifted the Joker's arm around his shoulder "Why do you stay huh?"

Eva shot her gloves into the bin. Brushing her hair from her face, she sighed "It makes sense, it's better to pretend you're willing as opposed to the opposite. At least this way, I can live with myself."

There was a moment of silence as Frost played her words over in his head. "It gets easier, kid."

She lurched a little as if ready to be sick. "I know, I don't want it to be."

With a sigh, she turned and crossed her arms. "Have him call tomorrow when he's awake to schedule the next session."

Nodding, Frost and Joker walked out onto the docks. Minutes later, the headlights of their car lit up the shop, throwing Eva's shadow across the interior of her parlor. A few minutes more, and she was finally alone. Glancing over at her station, she took in the mess of ink, towels, and bits of blood. Shaking her head, she walked over to the waiting room and collapsed into the worn leather of the couch. Not long after, a light snoring filled the room, and it continued until bits of light began to stream into through the window.