“Good samaritan Jimmy,” Joker says, laughing a little as he lets her sniff all she likes. He wonders what she smells, with glamour hiding how his arm is wood. Does she smell flesh and blood? A prosthetic of some sort? Well, it doesn’t really matter. So long as she likes what she smells.

“Well, it sounds like you’ve got everything all planned out then. Where are ya gonna go first on this tour of yers?”