But she wants to know what is up with her aura, dangit.
[Hey, Jane, can you ask Stella if I can go visit Eos and talk to her magic seeing guy about my aura? And ask the magic seeing guy if he'd be up for that?]
[Stella says yes,] says Jane after a moment. [And...]
"Assorted Jokers have been mints for a total Joker-mint time of at least a couple years, spread out over nine Joker-mints," says Bella. "And the only person I know of who's ever directly killed someone with a wishcoin is you. Why do you think you're special?"
"I genuinely believed that man was about to kill me at the time," she snaps. "And I still didn't try to kill him. No, I don't think the fact that I'm willing to use potentially lethal force to defend myself puts me on a level with a man whose idea of a joke is torturing someone to death and then dangling their corpse from the roof of City Hall!"
"Okay... did you think Queenie was about to kill you, ten minutes ago?" asks Bella. "Or about to do... anything to you at all? Anything to anyone? For that matter, you know about alts. You didn't recognize Queenie specifically, did you? There's a couple Jokers who haven't killed anybody."
"Except," says Bella, "that the city of Gotham has not been particularly terrorized lately, has it. As it happens, Queenie does have a history matching the local Joker's up to a point, presumably with her own Bat off in some other world. But then Queenie died and then Stella fetched her out of the afterlife when we took over managing the place and then I hired her and now she's on her best behavior. She was never going to bother you."
"Okay, well, even if I liked you more than her and considered making people cease to exist an appropriate reaction, that's metaphysically implausible, people in this universe don't cease to exist. They go Downside, which is where I came from and also where Queenie came from. But what I meant is she wasn't going to resume her reign of terror or knock on your door or anything."
"So basically you'd like to psychologically torture her, not for anyone's safety, because safety's covered, but for your comfort?"
"My deal with her was checked out in advance by a precog, and if she decides to run amok unexpectedly anyway, I can move her out of the universe and address any damage. There is one Joker who couldn't be effectively socked away in another universe like that because he can universe-hop, but it's not Queenie."
"Now," says Bella, "I'm working with various heads of state to set up something systematic that will scale, but speaking of people the native Joker killed, I can jump them past the queue - if they have a place to go as opposed to just being liable to appear and be awkwardly legally dead. Any requests?"
"...Okay, now I'm kind of offended, have you been paying that little attention? I'm dead. Got hit by a car. Queenie's dead, I never asked her how. Hell, the Joker who originally bothered you also managed to die a while ago even though he was all kinds of regenerative. But me and the other Bells have taken over the management of a shared afterlife and we can get people out of it."
"Arbitrarily long ago - I could go sifting through the Stone Age - but we're putting the standard cutoff a bit nearer because we don't want to overwhelm the infrastructure. People who have a place to go are mostly going to be people who died not so long ago. But if you have a place to put whoever you have in mind I don't see why you shouldn't have them, as long as you have my attention."
Jane's Janepoint is in this room. She manifests a face. "Those're pretty common names," she says. "I need a date of death to narrow it down."
"Batlady, meet Jane," says Bella. "She does the afterlife sorting and interworld transit."
"Can you think of any reason I might regret queue-jumping these people?" inquires Bella.