"Huh," she says aloud.
Then, to Alice, Libby, Elena, and Mary, and Lazarus except he autoreplies with a busy message, [Hey folks, Moonstone Palace grew a bar that I don't remember putting in, come check it out.]
Bella keeps reading.
"He blocked me," she mutters. "I asked him if he was okay because he was having a flashback and he blocked me, and now I can't talk to him unless I brute-force it..."
He is more pissed off than he normally ever gets. At the Joker, at the man he was just reminded of so viscerally, at Bella; also, in a weird complicated inexplicable way, at himself.
"People having flashbacks do strange things," says Roberta. "Although I still think you should get him out of there."
She still doesn't want to go up there in person. She wishes on a pentagon.
It stays on its chain.
Bella blinks, and swallows, and asks in a trembling voice, "Bar, was that you?"
Bella uses that stubbornly undisappeared hex to declaw a star, and she tries the star.
"Fuck," Bella says. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Lazarus did not warn me about this -"
Alice does not even know she is trying anything. He gets the Joker pinned, rips the knife out of his hand, and slashes open the side of his neck almost exactly over the scar they used to share.
His giggles are somewhat muffled by the floor, but the way he relaxes when Alice cuts him is perfectly clear.
(Couldn't he teleport away? He hasn't tried, but could he, if his ingot power has reason to object to her doing it...?)
"Lazarus sees magic. We thought Alice was immune to - to mental tampering, but if Milliways isn't doing it then the only thing going on that could block me pulling him out is Alice's own native power. And teleportation isn't mental tampering. So now I don't even know what his power does and I don't know how to get him out." She's speaking very rapidly, and she's trying now to pull the Joker out, but he won't go either. "Fuck. Where's the lady who dresses up as a bat when you need her, I bet she could distract the Joker and maybe then I'd have a shot..."
It occurs to him that the Joker probably has flashbacks, too.
He lets him up.
...Roberta is looking kind of torn.
"How would the Bat get into this situation in the first place?"
"Well, if I saw a lady in a bat outfit - I'm assured it's terrifying - I'd ask her. But I don't," Bella says, cradling her head in her hands. Is the Joker in danger of dying? Alice is still the one with the medical expertise and right now she doesn't think she can stand to sift through it. A pentagon will do that no problem. Nope. Not a signifcant blood vessel there. He'll bleed, maybe enough to feel woozy, but he won't die. Alice has not just killed a man.
"Fuck," he says on a soft, shuddering exhale.
"Things've calmed down a little again," Bella says, shuddering. "But I don't think I can count on them to stay that way. I need to think of something. Can you think of anything?"
Alice snuggles down on top of the Joker, lets his scratches and bruises fade away, and traces the cut with his fingertips. "Want me to fix this?"
It only takes a square. He kisses the spot where the cut was; it's left a track of unblemished skin through the scar underneath.
"In the Joker's room. Alice teleported them there, or I'd have the room number or whatever is used here. Maybe the Bar would tell us. Why? Would that help?"
"It would be hard to interfere otherwise, wouldn't it? Even... hypothetically," says Roberta.
"If I can't even teleport to just outside the room I'll be about twice as alarmed as I am right now," Bella says. She flickers up and down, and, yes, there are conventional doors off conventional hallways, plenty of patrons have to get around by walking. "I can do that much. I can take passengers. But Alice doesn't want to listen to me, the Joker certainly won't, and I don't see his shrink or his Batlady anywhere. Well, maybe the shrink is here and I just don't recognize her, I don't suppose you know who she might be?"