"Huh," she says aloud.
Then, to Alice, Libby, Elena, and Mary, and Lazarus except he autoreplies with a busy message, [Hey folks, Moonstone Palace grew a bar that I don't remember putting in, come check it out.]
Bella starts ticking off fingers. "Open, scenic space. Pollution of various sorts fixes itself automatically, so it's a great place to put industrial anything. I put in plenty of plants, and freshwater oceans full of fish. I don't suppose people are particularly likely to find diamond mines or whatever, since I didn't install any, but there's Mars rock under the flora and that might stay interesting to astronaut types for a while. Magic free healthcare isn't exactly natural but it's a resource - if I don't get tourists with cancer I'll conjure a hat and eat it, and someone will need to sell those tourists lunch and t-shirts that say 'I Heart Mars'."
"I can sell you some Imperial Asters, even from here, but you might find it inconvenient to spend them."
Upstairs, Alice snuggles up and nuzzles the Joker's shoulder. It's nice, being with somebody he understands so easily, and who understands him the same way. It feels... not safe, kind of the opposite actually, but good.
He pulls Alice into a hug, kisses his cheek, his jaw, the side of his neck just under his ear.
"You're beautiful, anybody ever tell you that?"
"I know, honey." He kisses Alice's neck again and scoots closer, reaching past him. "Believe me, I know."
"Could do some damage with this," he murmurs thoughtfully, pressing the gun against Alice's stomach so it digs in a little. "You ever been shot, sweetheart?"
[My regen is good enough to deal with a few bullets through the head. You didn't copy mine. Is yours that good?] Bella asks urgently. She's probably making faces Roberta might want explained. [Sorry if I'm breaking the mood, but I want to take you home alive when you're done.]
Alice declines to answer her, because he doesn't know and right now he doesn't care to.
And then, "So having your guts blown out doesn't scare you any. How about here?" He drags the gun slowly up Alice's chest.
Well. If he doesn't want to know then he has no grounds to complain if she makes it that good right now. She leaves his other unique features. If he gets a bullet in the brain it'll hurt like dying to grow it back. But no actual dying will be involved.
"That scares you," he murmurs.
"I am going to feel much better when I get him home," she mutters.
"I'd do it," he says, his breath warm on Alice's lips. "You know that, don't you? I would."
"There is a gun pointed at my boyfriend. He will survive getting shot and he's having fun with it. That doesn't mean I love it," Bella explains tightly. "I am glad I have a my-boyfriend instead of the alt, in my world."
"I know," he says. His voice catches a little. All of a sudden it's too much, the pressure against the softness of his throat, the fear and uncertainty and everything he was loving a minute ago.
[You can leave,] Bella tells Alice urgently. [You can teleport downstairs and we can go home.]