Joker's hand is sure an experience, that's for certain. There's a certain strange kind of softness to them, necessary for them to be as flexible as they are, and yet at the same time... There's something very sturdy beneath it all that's more noticeable than human flesh, and hints of opalized wood peek out from between the bits of wood that twine together.

"Yeah, that, ah, happens." Joker shrugs, because it's true. This year, so far, more than ever. "Still, you've gone and met Carly properly, right?"