[Hey,] she tells all the Jokers and all the Bells. [There's a Joker in world number twelve who wasn't there before I crashed. Can't find him online at all, though.]
Bells confer amongst themselves, and send Aegis as their representative Joker expert.
"All right," says the Joker. "So what have we got, exactly? Template sweep turned up a Joker and there's nobody on the grid with, mm, the wrong name?"
"Innnnteresting," muses Queenie. "And how many wrong names are there to go around, here? Without naming any."
"Four. I haven't been told and have no wherewithal to find on an Internet whatever Nona, Beast, and Aianon started with."
"Mm," says Ghosty, out of thin air as usual; her intangible presence hovers around Queenie. "What kind of a world is twelve, anyway?"
"Earth. Has a Gotham. No magic or aliens or anything else that I've been able to detect. Currently June, 1988. No Bell, and a standard Earth one would be born by now," Jane adds.
"So our new friend is probably roundabout twelve," says the Joker. He looks at Elspeth.
"Assuming Harley wants to recommend me as a foster-parent for Jokers," says Elspeth, "I'll go talk to this one."
Corona is shaking his head. "Twelve, though, oh man. Do you really know what you're signing up for?"
"Elsie's awesome," Harley assures him.
"Yeah, I'm getting that, but you" (Corona freecasts across the room to give Harley a hug) "are a special case - unless I'm the special case? Back me up here, guys, are twelve-year-old Jokers mostly incredible little shits or what?"
"Mm, well, you are a special case," says the Joker, "but that doesn't mean we weren't."
"Harley was lovely when he was twelve, but of course we shouldn't expect him to be typical. What may I be signing up for?"
"Indiscriminately pissing off everyone in sight just to see what they do."
"Maybe not the wolf village house, then," muses Elspeth. "Wolves are easier to piss off than vampires."