[Well. There’s always someone.]

[Lazily, Joker spreads out his wings. Not full span, no, but enough that the very insides of his wings can be seen. Amongst the dark feathers there, light glitters in soft pinpricks of pale blue. It’s by no means enough light to show him completely, but combined with the lights of the carnival still visible in the distance, there’s enough to show his general vicinity.]

Mate, put down the sword, thank ya kindly. I ain’t got any interest in hurtin’ ya. I just work at the carnival, yeah?