There’s something to be said about honesty. Mainly, that it makes Joker burst out laughing, shoulders shaking. Honestly, he’s glad. Better someone be upfront and honest than tiptoeing none-too-subtly around the issue. “I got plenty of blood, don’t worry. Koel’s a lifesaver, bless her heart.” Or whatever she has in that body of hers, anyway. Who knows.

“Anyway, it’s just slow healin’. There used ta be marks around my wrist-” He waggles his hand, showing nothing but perfectly healed bark where the handcuffs used to be. “-but they’re gone, so I know it’s possible. S’just iron on us who’ve been here for a long while.” Letting his hand fall, he shrugs. “The more yer changed, the more iron stings. The Ringmaster don’t care for it ta be in the carnival for that reason.”