His giggles are somewhat muffled by the floor, but the way he relaxes when Alice cuts him is perfectly clear.
(Couldn't he teleport away? He hasn't tried, but could he, if his ingot power has reason to object to her doing it...?)
"Lazarus sees magic. We thought Alice was immune to - to mental tampering, but if Milliways isn't doing it then the only thing going on that could block me pulling him out is Alice's own native power. And teleportation isn't mental tampering. So now I don't even know what his power does and I don't know how to get him out." She's speaking very rapidly, and she's trying now to pull the Joker out, but he won't go either. "Fuck. Where's the lady who dresses up as a bat when you need her, I bet she could distract the Joker and maybe then I'd have a shot..."
It occurs to him that the Joker probably has flashbacks, too.
He lets him up.
...Roberta is looking kind of torn.
"How would the Bat get into this situation in the first place?"
"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.
But all he does at first is snuggle.
"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."