She dusts herself off theatrically.

"Thank you. Now, do you want to explain why you were assaulting her? Because I'm pretty sure her plan didn't involve intersecting you at all."

"Were you elected mayor and nobody told me? Or are people just claiming places now, because if that's the rule, I have pretty much already claimed this entire universe and my deal with her is that she can go where she likes."

The Bat scowls.

"I think you've met a couple of me before. I'm not one of those. I'm actually native! Hi!" Pattern waves. "I was dead for a while, but now I'm not."

"That's not a native," Bella adds, aiming a thumb at Queenie. "Had to import her. Golden's employing the one from here. Frankly, we didn't think you'd notice her, what with the lack of scarification and so on. Wanna tell me what's up with that?"

"No."

"Okay, can you think of a convincing argument suggesting that it would be unethical for me to find out?"

...She stares some more.

"I will take prolonged silence as a 'no, go ahead and satisfy your curiosity with magic'," Bella adds.

"I don't understand you," says the Bat.

"You don't want Jokers in your city. I don't want random assaults in my universe. If there's no reason for me not to, I'm going to find out what predicated this one, so I will know how to reduce the future incidence of random assaults. It's not that complicated," says Bella.

"...I recognized h—er," the Bat says reluctantly. "I asked him what he was doing here. He didn't have a good answer."

"See, I'm boosted for vision, so I can tell that a Joker with scars or one who's younger-looking or whatever is the same template underneath. Is that what you did with the unaccounted-for hexagon?"

"No. I know that face," she says flatly.

"Does this all sound plausible to you, Queenie?" Bella inquires.

"The question is," says Queenie, twirling a lock of hair around her finger, "why she was following me in the first place."

"You want to explain the following part?" Bella asks the Bat. "...What should I call you, anyway? Stella didn't tell us your name and Golden didn't know what to match your face to, but I could get it if I felt like it."

"I don't think you should call me anything," she growls.

"You keep growling at me and I have no idea why you're bothering, it sounds really uncomfortable. It would be entertaining if Juliet were here, she could aura and you could growl. Look, I don't particularly mean you harm, the word out about you is 'generally a white hat in spite of the actual color scheme', I just want to minimize conflict between you and my mint, tell me what's going on."

She shoots Queenie a venomous glare.

"If you two wanna talk without anybody punching anybody, I better get lost," she says, and teleports away.