Insomnia was a very real contributor to the Joker's insanity. It helped him develop new plans and schemes to build his empire and destroy the Bat. He normally had a fairly regular sleep schedule of roughly 4-5 hours a night. However, every so often he would go nights in a row without sleeping which resulted in more moods than anything.
This night was rare since he went from angry to exhaustion to sadness. He didn't come off as crying and outwardly sad like a normal person. Instead, he became quiet and isolated. This left his woman on her own; something he became too self absorbed to notice until she came in the room and said something.
Looking up from where he had been writing and scribbling doodles, he saw her with the hyenas. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't too serious either- it was more exhausted and blank- something she would have seen before.
"Ah- yes-" he realized then that it may have been late. He had lost track of time. The pen was set down on the mess of a desk that was splattered with paint and scratches. Standing, he felt his body ache from the exhaustion, but he wasn't necessarily tired. Looking over to her and what she was wearing, he still commented. "Wouldn't be so cold if you wore...something else." He loved all of her outfits. To make such a comment would be the biggest red flag that he wasn't his usual self.
<3! I love these two and all the Harley! - going with sadness cuz that's left field for him.
This night was rare since he went from angry to exhaustion to sadness. He didn't come off as crying and outwardly sad like a normal person. Instead, he became quiet and isolated. This left his woman on her own; something he became too self absorbed to notice until she came in the room and said something.
Looking up from where he had been writing and scribbling doodles, he saw her with the hyenas. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't too serious either- it was more exhausted and blank- something she would have seen before.
"Ah- yes-" he realized then that it may have been late. He had lost track of time. The pen was set down on the mess of a desk that was splattered with paint and scratches. Standing, he felt his body ache from the exhaustion, but he wasn't necessarily tired. Looking over to her and what she was wearing, he still commented. "Wouldn't be so cold if you wore...something else." He loved all of her outfits. To make such a comment would be the biggest red flag that he wasn't his usual self.