Joker's smile doesn't budge, for the same reason that it hasn't been budging for the past half hour (or however much time has passed, who even knows). When the chips are really down, he's only ever had two methods of dealing with it, and the nasty parts of him he refuses to let out. Not in a place that refuses to warrant it, not against a coworker that doesn't.
So Joker keeps smiling. It's that or he breaks down, and he doesn't want to end up in a tree again.
Or worse. Memories of smiles and blood and cold burning iron tell him it could be worse. (That no Fae would keep iron in their own fortress would be the logical thought right now, but he's barely working on that.)
"Cor, I can't even make a pun now?" he says. "I always thought ya had a sense of humor." So if he doesn't, even now, then something is wrong, something is wrong, something is- He breathes in, slow and deep, and tells himself to keep functioning.
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Joker's smile doesn't budge, for the same reason that it hasn't been budging for the past half hour (or however much time has passed, who even knows). When the chips are really down, he's only ever had two methods of dealing with it, and the nasty parts of him he refuses to let out. Not in a place that refuses to warrant it, not against a coworker that doesn't.
So Joker keeps smiling. It's that or he breaks down, and he doesn't want to end up in a tree again.
Or worse. Memories of smiles and blood and cold burning iron tell him it could be worse. (That no Fae would keep iron in their own fortress would be the logical thought right now, but he's barely working on that.)
"Cor, I can't even make a pun now?" he says. "I always thought ya had a sense of humor." So if he doesn't, even now, then something is wrong, something is wrong, something is- He breathes in, slow and deep, and tells himself to keep functioning.