"I have a more all-purpose, sanitary tool for the job."

Inquisitively: "Mm?"

"Magic," says Bella. "Obviously."

"Well aren't you sweet."

"One could say that."

"You don't think so?"

"Well, I do, but most people find the whole thing a little disturbing."

"Does that," he inquires, "bother you?"

"So far it hasn't caused me any problems. It'll probably present a challenge for my future PR person if the details get out, though."

"See, this is why empires are bad," he teases. "Who wants to be beholden to all those opinions?"

"I said I was a space Empress, not a space President. I don't want people to be uncomfortable with me; that doesn't mean I can't live with it and get on with my business if they are."

"You want my advice?"

"I might ignore you, but sure."

"Of course you're gonna ignore me, who takes advice from the Joker? No, no. All I'm saying is, if you wanna keep the people comfortable, never let your boy get in front of a camera."

"I had no plans to do so," Bella says.

"That," he says, "is 'cause you're a smart cookie."

"There's no real reason to," Bella says. "He doesn't even seem particularly interested in being a public figure. If interviewers want to know about my personal life they're going to be politely told it's none of their business, regardless."

"Oh, don't let anybody tell you I'm not a fan of the spotlight."

"In such a way and for such reasons that I should expect Alice to develop the same proclivity?"

"He might. And if you don't know that, you don't know him as well as you think you do."

"I mean in particular, as opposed to developing an equal and opposite interest in - say - living without human contact apart from me on an asteroid dolled up in the style of the Little Prince."

"I can see him doing the asteroid thing," she says. "It'd be cute."

"Adorable," the Joker agrees. "I'm tempted."

"How would do you it, plain old non-magical human?"