As exaggerated as any carnival mask, Joker’s expression twists into a look of offense. “My good lady! Me, a pain! How could ya fling such barbed words at me, through all our years of knowin’ each other! I’m wounded! They’ll have ta cart me off ta the medical tent!” It’s a little hard to do the proper swooning when his hand is full, but Joker still gives it the good old college try before he gives a skillful twist down into sitting cross legged. Finishing it all over, he winks over to her again.

Times like this make it very obvious why Joker is in the circus.

As he starts to go through his bag and pick out bits of funnel cake to start with, he grins over to her a bit more lazily instead of being dramatic. “So, how’s work goin’ for ya? Plants still doin’ fine?”