"For the last little while, I've been playing tag with a mob boss. New kid. Calls himself Mmmoriarty. Hasn't done much, but he's been sniffing around. I want to talk to his people. But in case his people don't want to talk to me, I don't want to show up in person right away." He spreads his hands.
"So your brilliant plan is to send the cop instead," says John. "Don't you have people for this?"
"I have people for... other things," the Joker says, shaking his head. "Not for this. This is delicate stuff."
"I could send any old bozo to drop a note in somebody's mailbox," he says. "You, though - I send you, I'm saying, llllook how serious I am about making this a collaborative effort." He pauses, then adds, "The brainphone thing won't hurt either."
"Anyway," he says. "Gimme a day or so. I'll tell you where to go and what to say when you get there. You probably won't get killed."
He may be overstating the case a little, but, well, he's not sure any of the alternatives will make getting killed that much less likely.
"Don't have," agrees Pen. "Too little. Is very silly Mommy because look now I should be have some!"