Here they are, having a cute post-death reunion!
It's in half an hour.
...Timer will never understand the scheduling in this place.
He waits. He's good at that, when his timer tells him to be.
He goes quite cheerfully.
"Hi, babe," he says.
The Joker beams and flings his arms around Timer, hugging him tight.
Hugs! "That didn't take long. You could've easily been cooling your heels for centuries, but you only died about an hour ago. What kinda sentence did they slap on you?"
He finds a pentagon on Timer's bandolier and teleports them both to Timer's house, because it is more fun to cuddle in.
"Who is it, then?"
"Ah, I got assigned to her in my time, but I fobbed it off on Eights. You'll probably have fun with her, too, she's a big name. Not as affable as Chainsaw's rumored to be. I believe the conventional wisdom is that she'll be meaner if you're male, though."
"Well, you know, for torturer values of 'meaner'. I have no idea what she'll do if you explain you to her all friendly-like." Pause. "Your guide is going to be confused when you don't show. Oh well."
"Watch me care," he snorts. "Mm, let's go snuggle."
"All right. You want some of the coins back? Do you have any left on you?"
He touches a hex.
He blinks at it.
"Innnnnnnnteresting," he says, and touches it again. This wish goes through.
"What?" Timer asks.
"I can make myself a mint but I can't make it stick," he says. "Not with a hex, anyway. And everybody keeps tellin' me I shouldn't try a star."
"Huh. Not sticking how?"
"Not sticking if I torch."
"Ah. So you'll wanna accumulate some hexes between each occasion of same, if you wanna be a mint as a general habit."
"Orrrrrrr," he says, "I could experiment."
"...With a star? Any warning you've paid attention to this long has to be all kinds of dire."
"What's it gonna do," he asks, "kill me again?"
"Wreck my place?" suggests Timer. "Torch me? I haven't tried it yet and I'm in no hurry."
"I'd go somewhere else, silly," he says, kissing the end of Timer's nose.