Whether he’s joking or not doesn’t really matter. What matters is that Joker is leaning closer, eyebrows quirked up conspiratorially. “Well, if ya ever wanna give it a go, I’m lookin’ after Wardrobe, so ya can drop on by and, frankly, no one there would judge much on account of seein’ a lot stranger.” God bless the carnival for that, at least- desensitization was a beautiful thing.

With that offer made- and he really does want to see if Lambert will seriously do it- Joker lazily leans back, and snorts a little into his drink, although at least this time it doesn’t go up his nose. “Oh, we were plenty miserable and starvin’, make no mistake about that. I think back then, ya could count every single one of my bones just by pokin’ at my skin. Lord knows there wasn’t much flesh there. But, eh, ya scramble up and out, or ya end up just another thing rottin’ in the gutters, right?”