She thanks him and puts it on the Internet with appropriate - ahem - fanfare; she has already asked Slipstick to keep an eye out for someone who could orchestrate it.

[...Yes?]

[You know him?]

[...Yes. You're a fan, I take it?]

[Are you kidding? He's gorgeous, and that voice—! Ooh, do you think you could introduce us?]

[Yeah?]

[So, turns out Queenie is familiar with Wretched, and she heard the anthem and recognized your voice, and wants to be introduced.]

[Aaaaayep. Also she describes you as gorgeous.]

[...So she wants to be that kind of introduced, huh?]

["That kind of introduced" is pretty much always an option with Jokers.]

[Wow,] says Ripper. [This is not how I expected my morning to go.]

[Well. Congratulations on an unexpected morning. What d'you want me to tell her?]

[...Part of me says 'hell yeah, bring it on', part of me is still sort of terrified, part of me thinks that I will lose all chance of ever flirting with you again if in addition to handing me a subscription to the magic Joker porn channel you also set me up with one.]

[You make it sound as though flirting with me is of supreme importance.]

[Good, I'm glad you picked up on that.]

[In that case, yes, introduce away.]

[Ripper says he's willing to be introduced,] Bella reports to Queenie.

[Ooh, goodie,] says Queenie, in a slightly different voice. (That happens sometimes.)

[I'll fetch you to his place; he has this thing about knocking.] She pops to wherever Queenie is.

Queenie is in the latest of many little apartments in Gotham, wearing a beautiful long silky red dress; Ghosty is not visibly present.

"He signed up for one of you, not two, so if Ghosty wants to join the party, ask first," Bella advises, and she pops them into the hall outside Ripper's place and knocks.