"I minted you," Elspeth murmurs to him, sending a notice to the Joker that he's got a new alt he could choose to entertain because she's busy and teleporting herself and her ward to their living room in Québec. "And stuck it on."
I wasn't really planning to bother her, and now I really plan not to bother her, says Aether.
I mean, on the other hand, if she's hireable, she could be handy if we run into anything that needs to die that we can't handle? Maybe? I don't really want to go near her and Chronicle doesn't have any of those things but if someone else needs to hire a metacausally potent assassin.
I have no idea if she's remotely hireable and I am not going to test the hypothesis, just throwing it out there. I am snug at home in my cotton candy world with my lovely wives and daughters not antagonizing anything that glows like that.
She doesn't reply through the link, just pats Emily's wall, asks for a door, and from Milliways asks Jane to put her in Chronicle.
And then she pops into the garden's new home.
Elspeth is still hanging out in the part of the Belltower they have been using to practice freecasting.
She's not going to ask about Zeus again for a while. Probably Harley hasn't forgotten about him and just doesn't feel ready yet.
She is not concerned with his weight. The length of her arms is more of an issue, but she can still prop him up with one hand.