Joker’s boisterous laughter actually makes it a little hard to hear Kerubim for a second, and it’s debatable for a hot second if he’s heard the feline at all. Soon, however, he accepts his handkerchief back, using it to dab at his eyes carefully for the tears that have gathered there. It wouldn’t do to ruin his makeup and, alas, wooden fingers aren’t exactly gentle on the face.

“Well, ya won’t hear any arguments from me on that end,” he says, tucking the bit of cloth back in his pocket. “Hey, I don’t suppose ya would be interested in a job, would ya?”