For a split second, he almost considers saying that he doesn’t deserve someone that close. That if anyone deserves anything, it’s better than him, and Psi especially. Get him someone that would be kind and good and great in bed who could make him laugh. He deserves that, Joker thinks. He doesn’t deserve someone with the kind of blood he has on his hands, who’s done what he’s done.

But that’s a bit too much, and he stays his tongue on that. Just like before, with Beast- and he keeps thinking of Beast in comparison to Psi, a fact that makes him feel guilty- he shifts away from that. He just rubs at his face instead, like that can clear away the leftover blood and make him new again. “Probably not,” he admits. “Sorry he went and grabbed ya from whatever ya were doin’.”