He looked young baby-faced, barely twenty by the look of him but something sharp and worn behind his eyes made him read much older.
He wore a matching robe to Cassandra's. While she'd been working on Dylan, he'd stayed tucked away in the bathroom, invisible.
"Joker..." Cassandra crossed her arms. "Silence doesn't make people think you're mysterious. Just mute."
He smiled.
"What, don't want to talk about how we first met? Worried Julian might find out what you got up to back in the States?"
Before he finished, Cassandra swung to slap him. He caught her wrist.
She pulled back.
She still needed him. No room to burn that bridge.
"How long are you staying this time?"
"Blame your precious CEO. He's been breathing down my neck."
Joker's mood soured visibly.
If he hadn't helped her stir
