Joker's eyebrows raise in pleasant surprise, and he actually nods along with her words. Black hole? Not the most likely option, but it's certainly possible. Weirder things have happened. And another dimension is precisely what he himself has been thinking! As for aliens, well, sure; it only makes sense that they'd be involved in this in some way. God knows Earthlings couldn't have managed it all by their lonesome. Joker's personally interacted with plenty of extraterrestrials, not least of all Metropolis's favorite Boy Scout. There's no question in his mind of Are they or aren't they real? And the idea that some Green Lantern Corps asshole has, with Bats's blessing, tossed him and Harley into some alternate prison dimension is really the only logical answer here.
Either that, or Vonnegut was right and alien zoos are a real thing. But if this was the Trafalma-things, it seems like time ought to be acting a little screwier than it is. Though perhaps that comes later...
The point is, Harley's actually talking sense for once, and Joker's glad that he held off on disposing of her. He should've known she'd be useful! Even if only as a sounding board or a meat shield. ]
That's exactly what I was saying!
[ And for once, he doesn't even mean that in a How dare you try to take credit for my brilliance? sort of way. He's just relieved that they're on the same page. All of this will be much easier to think through if he doesn't have to fight her at every turn, and, really, he'd be grateful for some non-imaginary company, too.
He crouches down beside her, long legs looking very spidery in this position, and frowns as he continues to think their situation through. ]
An alternate dimension or world of some type, to get us out of their hair more permanently. They've figured out that Arkham will never contain me, so they've sent us here instead! Passed the buck interdimensionally, as it were.
[ Though there is one thing she's said that he can't quite figure out... ]
But wait, wait--why would you say ancient aliens, though? It makes much more sense for them to be modern ones, I should think. This hasn't got anything to do with the Sumerians, and besides--
[ Then he realizes why that was Harley's first thought, and annoyance flares in him. Joker's eyes narrow again, and his expression takes on a knowing, disappointed look, like he's just caught her in a lie. ]
Oh, Harley. You've been watching that History channel tripe again, haven't you?
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Joker's eyebrows raise in pleasant surprise, and he actually nods along with her words. Black hole? Not the most likely option, but it's certainly possible. Weirder things have happened. And another dimension is precisely what he himself has been thinking! As for aliens, well, sure; it only makes sense that they'd be involved in this in some way. God knows Earthlings couldn't have managed it all by their lonesome. Joker's personally interacted with plenty of extraterrestrials, not least of all Metropolis's favorite Boy Scout. There's no question in his mind of Are they or aren't they real? And the idea that some Green Lantern Corps asshole has, with Bats's blessing, tossed him and Harley into some alternate prison dimension is really the only logical answer here.
Either that, or Vonnegut was right and alien zoos are a real thing. But if this was the Trafalma-things, it seems like time ought to be acting a little screwier than it is. Though perhaps that comes later...
The point is, Harley's actually talking sense for once, and Joker's glad that he held off on disposing of her. He should've known she'd be useful! Even if only as a sounding board or a meat shield. ]
That's exactly what I was saying!
[ And for once, he doesn't even mean that in a How dare you try to take credit for my brilliance? sort of way. He's just relieved that they're on the same page. All of this will be much easier to think through if he doesn't have to fight her at every turn, and, really, he'd be grateful for some non-imaginary company, too.
He crouches down beside her, long legs looking very spidery in this position, and frowns as he continues to think their situation through. ]
An alternate dimension or world of some type, to get us out of their hair more permanently. They've figured out that Arkham will never contain me, so they've sent us here instead! Passed the buck interdimensionally, as it were.
[ Though there is one thing she's said that he can't quite figure out... ]
But wait, wait--why would you say ancient aliens, though? It makes much more sense for them to be modern ones, I should think. This hasn't got anything to do with the Sumerians, and besides--
[ Then he realizes why that was Harley's first thought, and annoyance flares in him. Joker's eyes narrow again, and his expression takes on a knowing, disappointed look, like he's just caught her in a lie. ]
Oh, Harley. You've been watching that History channel tripe again, haven't you?