[ It's a riot, to be honest. An eight-foot-tall bright yellow feathered muppet as a stealth sniper? Trying to hide on a rooftop while Kermit and Piggy prance about, oblivious to the flashes of feathers above? And then there's that wordless delivery... Oh, Jesus take the wheel!

Joker tries--really tries--not to laugh, but he just can't help himself. He has to look away, giggling, and he rubs at the bridge of his nose with one hand as he holds the other up in surrender: I give, I give. ]

< No, no. I suppose you're enough of a spotlight all on your own, aren't you? >

[ Now ordinarily, an assassin wouldn't be of any particular interest to him, aside from the obvious amusement value of this particular one. Gotham's crawling with killers who know how to use a scope, and Joker already has a handful he thinks of as Preferred Vendors. Here, however, he doesn't know a soul, and he can definitely think of worse traveling companions and networking buddies than a killer bird. Even if this is just an Asylum-cooked hallucination, it's always a good idea to keep interesting and talented friends in one's corner.

He looks back at her, brightening. ]

< Say! You know what you need, Chicky-poo? If you don't mind my saying so.

What you need is a guy who's even flashier than you are. To keep the spotlight off of you, see. Keep the rubes distracted with a little razzle-dazzle, while you work your magic backstage! >