In general, Joker dislikes it when people try to keep tabs on him, perhaps because so many have. He's spent too many years in prisons and asylums; he's been the squeakiest cog in too many machines. If you'd asked him two months ago if he might ever enjoy the thought of making nightly phone calls to "check in" with a probation officer, he'd have laughed himself right out of his wingtips.
But the idea of calling Carol every night? Of picking up the phone and knowing she'll be on the other end, with none of the neediness he might expect from Harley, and none of the hostility he might expect from most of his other associates? That suddenly seems oddly appealing, like a little bright spot to look forward to at the end of each day. He finds himself feeling strangely grateful that she said yes.
"I'm never been all that good at honesty," he admits, honestly. It's not as if that's a secret; there's no reason not to tell her. "But we'll go slowly, hm? Ease me into it. Two truths for every lie, perhaps." He gives her a wink, just to show he's teasing, then pulls out his wallet, counts off a few bills, and settles their ticket.
"And who knows? After a couple months of chatting with you, maybe I'll change my tune." He turns back to her as he tucks his wallet back into his pocket, wanting to see her face once more before she leaves. "Or maybe not! Could go either way." Though the look in his eyes suggests he might actually try, with her. At least for a little while. "Regardless... I appreciate that you're willing to give me a shot."
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But the idea of calling Carol every night? Of picking up the phone and knowing she'll be on the other end, with none of the neediness he might expect from Harley, and none of the hostility he might expect from most of his other associates? That suddenly seems oddly appealing, like a little bright spot to look forward to at the end of each day. He finds himself feeling strangely grateful that she said yes.
"I'm never been all that good at honesty," he admits, honestly. It's not as if that's a secret; there's no reason not to tell her. "But we'll go slowly, hm? Ease me into it. Two truths for every lie, perhaps." He gives her a wink, just to show he's teasing, then pulls out his wallet, counts off a few bills, and settles their ticket.
"And who knows? After a couple months of chatting with you, maybe I'll change my tune." He turns back to her as he tucks his wallet back into his pocket, wanting to see her face once more before she leaves. "Or maybe not! Could go either way." Though the look in his eyes suggests he might actually try, with her. At least for a little while. "Regardless... I appreciate that you're willing to give me a shot."