"She says he sleeps as much as he can 'cause he doesn't do it then, and he tried to kill himself but she loves him too much to let him."

"It happened this morning, I wanted to wait until you were home, and then - " he gestured to the Joker, "he happened."

"These other mes," Bella asks the Joker, "with their fancy magic, could they get to her and help her? How much freedom of movement do they have, I assume it's not infinite or I'd probably have gotten a visit on some key birthday?"

"They can get to any world they've been to. Had some success hopping to worlds they haven't, but they can't just knock on the door and say 'show me a Bell I haven't met yet, please'."

"But - the specific one that Brilliance met - the one who's disintegrating in the head, god -"

"Maybe they could find her. Maybe not. We'll find out when we catch Milliways again and I go get 'em."

"Yeah," he says, "I wish I had too. But now we gotta play the hand we're dealt, and there's no rushing Milliways. Bells've tried. It'll show up when it feels like. All we can do on this end is keep opening doors."

Bella chews her lip. "...Okay. So Disintegrating Bell is stuck until one of us finds the place again. What else can we do that's productive?"

"I can mint ya," says the Joker, gesturing between Bella and Brilliance. "You too," he nods to Lexi, "if you want. Then you get to make wishcoins. Triangles do itsy bitsy wishes, squares do bigger ones, pentagons do medium-sized ones, hexes can get some serious shit done, and upward from there you start running into trouble if you don't know what you're doing." He bites his lip sharply and displays the resulting square. "Coins're made of pain."

"Pain? Oh, geez, tell me there's a loophole, or are you trying to tell me that if I were an only child I'd also be a masochist?" winces Bella.

"Nope," says the Joker. "I'm telling you I'm a masochist and so're the rest of me." He flashes a grin. "It's why they keep us around."

...Bella glances at Brilliance.

"You don't look happy about it," she says.

"No shit I don't," says Brilliance.

"Hey, sweetie," says the Joker, hugging him and petting his hair.

He sighs into the Joker's pink button-down shirt.

"What's wrong?"

"You should probably just mint us both anyway, 'cause, even little wishes are wishes, we're big girls, we can handle it, and anyway eventually Bella will fall down the stairs if she just takes off her new shiny thing for like a day."

"Uh, what's wrong is I like pain when it's pain I like but I spent years and years getting tortured and I didn't like that except - when - I did - " and he shoves his face against the Joker's chest and hugs him tight, sobbing.

"Aww, honey," the Joker says soothingly, kissing the top of Brilliance's head and petting him some more. "Wasn't long ago at all for you, was it. It's okay, hon. You're gonna be okay. I promise."