The possibility of death and all that misery it entails really is best left off for a different venue, or at least artists who fit the bill in looking positively gloomy. You know, like Childermass, or something. Definitely not Joker, in all his multi-colored glory.

Then again, the Barrens is hardly any better, and Joker cocks his head sharply to the side. "Now now," he says, feigning a blithe tone, "you'll want ta be careful there. Looks like a real scary place even ta be close ta!" Especially if he's caught, or suspected of anything. "One shouldn't suffer for their art or anythin'. If ya do go, maybe ya should take a buddy?"

Half advice, half an offer.