"I know ya can't." The words don't leave him confidently, or cockily. Against the emotions that are twisting across that face and the way his hands shake from the force of it all, Joker can't quite find the mood. Instead... It's soft and assured, a confirmation of truth for both of them. Just- "But not for the reason ya think."

Probably, at any rate. Fae magic is a powerful and dreadful thing, exactly as all the stories ever said. Still, this wouldn't be the first time Joker has deluded himself with a fairy tale of his own. Tyki didn't rescue him because of any orders he might have been given.

Still, that's enough, he thinks, and Joker reaches up to press his hand against the curve of Tyki's face. With a hand made of wood, the gesture is even more delicate and gentle than it would be anyway. "Let's get back up there, yeah?" Somewhere Tyki can put his feet on solid ground and not look like so much shit.