God, it hurts just seeing Joker like this, and once again there's that ache in his chest, the pressing need to do whatever it takes to make him feel better. But, now, he can't even be sure what that is. He can't be sure there's anything at all.

He can try to help, sure. He can try to sort things out between Joker and Doll. But he hates that it might make things worse in the moment. He doesn't want to see that on Joker's face, but he doesn't know that it's avoidable.

On impulse he moves a hand to Joker's face, resting his fingers gently against his jaw. "I know you want Doll to be happy. And she does, too. But that won't work as long as she feels like you're trying to shut her out."