"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.]
"Well, if I saw a lady in a bat outfit - I'm assured it's terrifying - I'd ask her. But I don't," Bella says, cradling her head in her hands. Is the Joker in danger of dying? Alice is still the one with the medical expertise and right now she doesn't think she can stand to sift through it. A pentagon will do that no problem. Nope. Not a signifcant blood vessel there. He'll bleed, maybe enough to feel woozy, but he won't die. Alice has not just killed a man.
"Fuck," he says on a soft, shuddering exhale.
"Things've calmed down a little again," Bella says, shuddering. "But I don't think I can count on them to stay that way. I need to think of something. Can you think of anything?"
Alice snuggles down on top of the Joker, lets his scratches and bruises fade away, and traces the cut with his fingertips. "Want me to fix this?"
It only takes a square. He kisses the spot where the cut was; it's left a track of unblemished skin through the scar underneath.
"In the Joker's room. Alice teleported them there, or I'd have the room number or whatever is used here. Maybe the Bar would tell us. Why? Would that help?"
"It would be hard to interfere otherwise, wouldn't it? Even... hypothetically," says Roberta.
"If I can't even teleport to just outside the room I'll be about twice as alarmed as I am right now," Bella says. She flickers up and down, and, yes, there are conventional doors off conventional hallways, plenty of patrons have to get around by walking. "I can do that much. I can take passengers. But Alice doesn't want to listen to me, the Joker certainly won't, and I don't see his shrink or his Batlady anywhere. Well, maybe the shrink is here and I just don't recognize her, I don't suppose you know who she might be?"
"You might want to think again about the Batlady."
Bella stops.
She frowns at Roberta.
"Are you or are you not the Batlady?"
Upstairs, Alice climbs back onto the Joker's bed.
"I don't think I have a reason to. If things get bad up there again, and I teleport you up and conjure you a bat costume and whatever else, will you try to draw the Joker out?"
"Can you conjure the suit without having seen it?" is the first thing she wants to know.
"Unless you've got some magic preventing mine from consulting your brain, or you have a bunch of different suits and don't know how to distinguish them," Bella says.
Alice finds the scar on the Joker's hip and smooths his hand over it.
Then he says, softly, "I want you to hold me down."
"Well," Bella says. "This could be sooner rather than later. But they're fine for right now."
"Yeah, I'm sure," he says. "I want you to fuck me like he fucked me. Like he fucked you."
Because it'll be awful, but right now awful is what he wants. Because he knows that's at least part of what the Joker wants him here for, and he accepts that, he's fine with that, he wants to see what the Joker will make of him.
"Right now Alice is exhibiting the ability to form preferences," Bella says, "and the Joker is exhibiting the ability to abide by them. The fact that the preferences in question are disturbing was never in question. It will not be necessary for you to break down the door until and unless Alice can no longer form or enforce preferences."