mean girls meets frozen

[ A sigh ]

''Very well, then. I'll listen.

''What are you--?

  You know what? Nevermind.

   It doesn't matter. You still need to leave.

''Understandable.

I'll figure out how to fix everything soon. I promise.''

But it’s only for today

"Elsa?" He repeated, like a parrot. He hissed somewhat when he came to the ‘S’ in her name, like a serpent whom was fascinated by such a name, that it wanted to repeat it over and over again and alter the way he repeated it each time. Pausing for a moment, the clown continued. "Well then, Elsa, I will agree that you obviously don’t know anything about anything, but, that gives no excuse. There are news papers everywhere that could give you this information! Not to mention, broadcasts at every coffee shop, if they’re still open." With this, the clown let out an amused chuckle. "But no matter, at least you were out when my thugs were out. Lucky placement of both parties!"

She'd known all that she cared to involving this Joker character and whatever tie he had to Batman. She understood the history between the two, but as for how far back it went, she cared not. However, his sanity was still debatable to her. After all, lots of madmen could find themselves sane, right? 

''I don't read newspapers very much, either. Personal reasons, I'm afraid,'' she added, quietly. 

She flinched when his gloved hand rested on her cheek. Not because she was afraid of him, but because she was now afraid of him seeing her. Seeing through her and to the power she controlled. A tad impractical, she thought. Though she couldn't really help it. 

When he began to speak of  torture, it became obvious to her that he was speaking about something else--as if he'd become distracted, lost in thought. Perhaps he was thinking of several people?