"The Joker is—dangerous," Roberta says, looking like she wishes she could come up with a stronger word. "You need to get your boyfriend away from him."
"My boyfriend can teleport," Bella says. "There was one moment where he wasn't having fun anymore but the Joker backed off, that time. I don't think he'd appreciate being yanked down here. It hasn't gotten bad enough that I'd do it anyway. My boyfriend can take -" she laughs softly - "a lot."
"The Joker doesn't just hurt people," she says. "He... twists them. Even good people."
"I am reading Alice's mind. I am monitoring the situation," Bella says, chewing on her lip but shifting nervously. "So you've got one where you're from?"
Meanwhile, Alice is still crying, and the Joker is still comforting him.
He's kind of in love.
"I don't doubt it," Bella says. "Hence the asteroid-or-death thing. If I ever encounter him out of Milliways and can do that sort of thing."
"...I'm.. not sure death is really the answer, either," says Roberta. "Although if you plan on whisking him away to an asteroid, don't let me stop you."
"He'd rather be dead than on the asteroid unless the asteroid still afforded him chances to visit Milliways," Bella says. "I asked. If this ever happens, I will put him on an asteroid, wait for him to nap a few times and see if he can get here or not, and if he can't, I will either kill him or, if I can't stomach it, be there while he does it himself so he doesn't have to die alone. There's no point in being cruel. That won't help protect anyone."
And Alice... Alice is slowly falling asleep in the Joker's arms.
"Something wrong?" Bella asks Roberta. "I guess eighteen-year-old girls don't routinely announce their willingness to kill terrorists?"
Upstairs, Alice is dozing, half-aware of his surroundings and mostly not thinking about anything much. In a half-aware dreamy way, he kind of wishes Bella were there, perhaps because in his half-aware dreamy state he doesn't have to consider her (probably quite low) level of desire to add to this cuddlepile.
Bella doesn't want to be in that room. She might consider it anyway, if it were physical rather than mental damage that had her concerned - because her window into the events in the room is Alice's mind and it's falling asleep. But she's pretty confident that any random physical damage can happen to Alice and he will still come home with her good as new.
"Maybe fewer people should consider murder a solution to their problems."
"If he were innocently radioactive - hell, if he didn't have a blatant, admitted deathwish - then I'd be much less cavalier about it," Bella assures her. "He is a special case. I haven't ever actually killed anyone. I don't know if I could if I were not backed into a corner about it, and I have enough magic that I probably never will be."
Alice rubs his face sleepily against the Joker's chest.
"My current plans don't include it," Bella says. "You have... stronger opinions on this subject than I expect random businesspeople who golf to have. Military background?" she guesses. "Maybe?"
"I'm... afraid of making our conversation uncomfortably personal again," says Roberta.
"I will be really impressed with you if you do anything more discomfiting than what I'm using you to distract me from," Bella says.
"My parents were shot in front of me by a mugger when I was eight," Roberta says flatly.
"No," Bella says. "I mean, yes, that's a possible reaction to that experience, but it's not the only one. You could have turned into some pro-death-penalty tough-on-crime reactionary."
"Where'd you get 'em?" he wonders.