"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.]
Elena follows, looking fidgety. "I have no idea if packlessness will kick in over the course of a minute's stay in Milliways, so I'm just going in and letting myself out without lingering or getting a beer, and if you want to visit my world today you better follow me quick or hope the Princess is in there," she announces, when they reach the location of the door.
"Thisaway," Bella says to Alice. "The Imperial Seer is also named Alice. She's interesting. You'll like her. Now, her office is within range of the Emperor's mindreading, so... see if you can avoid deliberately antagonizing him, at least, you probably can't help but discomfit him somewhat. This assumes witch mindreading beats star defense powers, of which I am unsure."
"What is his name?" asks the dark woman in the sari-type outfit who's lurking next to Golden Bella. She's casually talking over a nearby conversation, like she doesn't expect anyone else in the room to pay attention to her besides the Bellas.
"...She'd prefer his real name, at any rate" Golden Bella says. "She would strongly prefer it, and I would strongly prefer to keep her happy."
"Oh, she's doing that thing again," says someone in the corner to the person sitting next to him. "Let's go do something interesting." His companion agrees and they leave the room.
"What Allirea wants to call you," says Golden Bella, "is whatever it says on your licitly obtained birth certificate or your driver's license or your passport - the first name, at least. She's got a personal vendetta against nicknames. It's usually just worth accommodating her. She calls me Isabella, which no one else does."
Empress Bella does not look happy. "Er. Bella. Is there some obvious solution I'm missing that will keep yours and mine both happy? Edward, silence till my say-so or an emergency."
"What is it?" Bella murmurs to Edward, and he whispers in her ear. She frowns, and replies. "No. She might not come back if I send her away annoyed. It'd be one thing if he were just anyone, but he can see her. I'd lose the ability to split my guard till I found another suitable witch."
He wants to cry, or hit something, or set something on fire. He feels violated in advance.
"Alice. Depriving her of one of her bodyguards would be very unfriendly, even if it started as an accident," says Stellar Bella seriously, planting one hand on each of his shoulders and making eye contact. "Do you want to go back to the wolf village and wait there and let me handle this? I can handle this for you."
His mind spins through several attempts to teleport, none of them specific enough. Anywhere that isn't here, the Sun, the Moon, fucking Pluto, somewhere that's extremely on fire and doesn't have any people, the farthest deserted place on this planet...
The one that finally works is Bella's palace, not that Bella has a palace here, but there's a place where it would be, if she did.
He conjures air to burn in and starts making stars.
She turns towards the hissing half-vampire and the Empress and the Emperor. And she says, "If the Emperor happened to hear his name, I'm certainly not going to stop him from sharing with Allirea."
"The first name on his licitly obtained birth certificate reads 'Frederick'," Bella lies. "If Allirea ever attempts to ever call him that, I imagine he'll be motivated to set her on fire, but that's a moot point, as I don't plan to bring him to this world again. Now I'm going to see what I can do to calm him down and then I'll come back, alone, and we can talk about my bag of futuristic technology and your wishes. Okay?"
[I love you,] he says, curling up in the middle of his cozy little inferno. And he does, and he is happy and relieved and amused and admiring, but those things have to fight for space in his head with fear and horror and anger and the pain he is using to distract himself. (It doesn't work as well as usual.)
He's okay now. More or less. No longer desperate to destroy things, anyway.
She kisses his hair. "So," she says, "I did not think the Emperor had a chance to catch your original name. I can read your mind too and I didn't see it go by. But if he had, I couldn't have risked lying to them. And I wasn't sure what I would do if I bluffed him, told him he could go ahead and say, and got the actual name out of his mouth. I could've tried to avoid ever telling you about it - I don't plan to bring you back here - or I could've lied to you instead or I could've waited for you to calm down and explained what happened. Which of those would've been preferable, given that the risk was small but needed taking?"
Alice never visiting this world again is a pretty good solution to the name thing in general, as long as the hypothetical Edward who hypothetically heard it didn't go telling other people that might eventually visit their world because then he would have to deal with them and ugh.
"Last one," he says. Because while the way it feels to have someone demand his name like that is horrible, and having them actually manage to dig it out of him would be even worse, he would rather have that feeling than somebody going around thinking of him by that fucking name and him not even knowing about it.
"That's what I probably would have gone with," she agrees. "I don't think the Emperor had any reason to spread the name farther than that room, and everyone in the room except for you, me, Allirea, and Bella would've presently determined the whole thing unimportant as soon as she faded - it's disconcerting how she works, actually, but it would've prevented too much spread."
After about an hour, she extricates herself to go make the exchange of futuristic swag and maybe-useful postdictions for wishes regarding thirst and turning pain. She doesn't want to be caught leaving someone holding Milliways open without having done this.
(She is careful to specify world when she expends a star on turning pain.)
First in line is Bartholomew Norton!
Especially with Libby there for moral support.
"Hi," she says. "Let me see... is there anywhere in particular you're planning on going anytime soon?"
"Well," says Bartholomew, "we're moving the pack to the Lapis capital in a few weeks, so I'm going there. I go into town sometimes wherever we're living, to run errands or see performances or go to the zoo or whatever. I don't have, like, a calendar on me..."
"That's okay," says Mary. "Hmm." She chews absent-mindedly on her lower lip. "No prospects either way before the move... ooh, don't go out at night in the first week there, there's something you'll want to see but somebody's going to be there who you really don't want to meet... nothing in the next week, or—huh." Chewchewchew. "Actually, is there a calendar handy? This'll probably be easier if I can pinpoint days."
Finally she stops in late August.
"There's a wildly slim chance you'll meet somebody very, very good for you," she says. "Sometime in this week... likeliest on Wednesday. Any ideas what you might be up to?"
"Really? Maybe it doesn't depend on you..." Chewchewchew. "No, it does. You're going to get the chance to go somewhere in late August, and if you do, you'll meet somebody and work out really well with her. It'll be a long trip—about a week. There was hardly any chance you'd do it before, but now it's almost a sure thing."
There's muttering, and then someone says, "Well, me and Ruth are going to Burning Man...?"
Embry is next. "At this point we think I'm just defective, but it's worth checking," he jokes. "I'm the only first generation guy who hasn't imprinted yet."
...and makes a face like she just smelled something horrible.
"Euuuuurgh. Libby, could you get me a glass of water?"
"Sure," says Libby, and disappears into the kitchen. Mary flips the calendar back to February and glares at it.
She pauses a beat longer, then flips all the way to December.
"Here's when the danger starts," she says. "But there's a chance you'll imprint before then... and if you do, it'll be on someone who's actually good for you. As opposed to this person who is a complete disaster and will get you killed eventually. So start listing places you might go this year."
Libby comes back with that glass of water, and Mary drinks half of it. She's looking much better by the time she puts it down.
"I... well, I follow the pack around, wasn't planning to stop anytime soon... I didn't have any plans for December but there's always some chance someone'll put together a trip to someplace like Laurel did to Spain last summer. And sometimes I visit La Push or Volterra on not much notice."
"Russia," she says eventually. "St. Petersburg. Go there sometime this year and you'll find somebody who is the opposite of a disaster. I think... she works at a major hotel, the one you're likely to stay at. The language barrier will be a bit of an issue at first, but not for long. Oh, and she's allergic to strawberries."
"I am happy to steer you away from that," says Mary. "Let's see... oh, that's easy." She opens the calendar to May. "There's a movie you're going to want to see," she says. "See it on the twelfth, at, hm, ten o'clock.. It's not certain, but there's high odds you'll meet someone there that you'll get along well with, and there's no disasters waiting for you if she doesn't show."
There are a half a dozen more unimprinted mobile-pack wolves to handle here, and then people keep handing her phones and wolves in La Push and Volterra and Québec and on a field trip to Safesun talk to her about their own prospects. It takes a long time. She averts many disasters and sets up many happy couples, and one fellow with an asexual woman who will like to have a devoted platonic friend and not break him up with his also-a-wolf girlfriend.
Bella decides she had better not leave him alone in Milliways, but as long as nothing actually happens there's no reason to insert herself into the conversation between Alice and the random girl reading Harlan Ellison. She glances around for someone interesting to pass the time with.
If he can tell she's looking, he isn't letting on.
"He told me it could've been any of a number of possible names," Bella says. "I think I may've been the first person to ask him what I should call him. Whistle, on the other hand, I made up. He needed a code name a while ago. Came in handy recently when there was another Alice around."
"Oh, he fell in love with me way back in February," says Bella. "Then over the summer we zoomed around Europe a bit and I decided to kiss him on top of Mount Everest and start referring to him as my boyfriend to random people to whom such a reference might be called for."
"I didn't personally lay eyes on all of them in person," Bella shrugs, "but I can read his mind and we also have perfect recall, so, if I'm ever curious, the information's there. There was one on his neck he sometimes touched as a nervous habit." She peers at the Joker, looking for a match. "The others had less... interesting... stories."
"After we'd known each other for a few days and had a handful of casual conversations and I'd broken up a fight between him and a random classmate in the cafeteria, he invited me over to his house. Before I said yes, I told him I was going to conduct an experiment. I put my dad the police chief's number into my phone, hovered my finger over the call button, and called him a freak. And he asked me to marry him." She pauses. "I said no."
He cocks his head and grins.
"Actually, I robbed five, but who's counting? Anyway. It's the last one that counted. I walked out with a chunk of change belonging to several mob bosses, they got all riled up, I taunted 'em a little, and thennnn they hired me to kill 'er."
He rubs his hands together and continues.
"So I was never gonna kill her, obviously, I like her too much. I got myself caught instead." He smiles wistfully. "You ever been in a police interrogation room? You should take your boyfriend to one sometime, they're fun. She cracked a safety glass window with my face."
"And then, y'know, I bombed the place and took a hike, and it was all very exciting for a while, and at the end..." he looks distracted for a moment, smirks secretively, then shakes his head and continues, "We fought it out in a half-built skyscraper and she threw me outta the top floor. And like I said, caught me halfway down." He shrugs. "Now I'm locked up, and she's out there somewhere hating my guts, and someday I'll get out and we'll do it all over again."
"Well, yes, killing someone she liked is not conducive to such a plan," Bella says. "Although I feel compelled to point out that a fondness for law and order isn't incompatible with whimsy. Even a very, very terrifying-expensive-nonfestive bat costume requires some whimsy somewhere."
"Tell me, smart cookie," he says, "say I kidnapped a lady you had the hots for, and you had me locked in a room and could do annnnything you wanted to make me talk. Well, anything you'd do with half a dozen cops watching you through one-way glass. How would you play it? No cheating."
"Well, that's less useful than some possible answers. Honestly, as long as I'm not cheating, I don't belong in an interrogation room in the first place. I'd be more useful trying to find the lady directly and letting the cops handle you. I'm very good with magic. I have no special skill at getting kidnappers to talk, relative to police officers. Especially if said kidnapper's motive is something that inconvenient, since I imagine Bats is predictable once she knows where her ladyfriend is and unpredictable until she finds out. Skewing the incentives somewhat."
"The girl in question was assistant DA," he says. "She was dating the DA. I kidnapped 'em both. And after I let the Bat smack me around for a while, I told her she could find the lady at this address, and the gentleman at that one. Opposite directions, equally far away. Almost like a math problem." He grins. "And I told her she'd better hurry up."
"Some combination of," Bella guesses, "they were already dead, they were rigged to get that way or close to it, they were at other addresses, they were at each other's addresses, or you'd managed to convince at least one of them that Bats was somehow at fault."
"Ohhhh, sweetheart," he wheezes, "you and I could have some fun together. They were at each other's addresses, and both of 'em in the middle of great big home-brewed time bombs. I do love my fireworks. And dear, dear Batsy, well, she rescued the wrong one."
This seems like an appropriate moment for another explosion gesture, sound effect once again included.
"Well all right, smarty pants," he sniffs. "I blew up a hospital—don't worry, they evacuated it first. Well, they almost evacuated it," he corrects himself. "I did have to shoot a couple of cops on the way out. And of course, the man himself, our glorrrrious new District Attorney, was left in the building juuuust long enough for me to have a quick chat with him. Boy's a looker even with half his face burned off." He winks. "Don't tell anybody, but I woulda gone for it in a hot second. 'Specially when he held a gun to my head. That was definitely a highlight of the evening."
"So now you're a member of the general public. Some awful person," he beams a grin that invites her to guess who that might have been, "has been terrorizing the city for days, blowin' up buildings, dangling corpses from the roof of City Hall, all that reign-of-terror kinda stuff. This villainous character kidnaps a news anchor and makes him read out a message, innn which he says that we are all gonna play a game and anybody who doesn't wanna join in had better get out now. Oh, he adds, and the bridge and tunnel crowd are gonna be in for a surprise."
He flashes a grin.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you'd be too smart to take the ferry after that, but bear with me anyway."
Here he pauses, to see how she's taking all this.
"Smart cookie," he says appreciatively. "So you're on this boat, and you're halfway across the water, and allll of a sudden who could it be on the loudspeakers but your friend the Joker. Who tells you that your boat is rigged to explode, and - ha! - so's the one with all the criminals on it! And it just so happens that he has left you each a present, to wit, the detonator for the other - boat. Annnnd, naturally, whichever boat hits the button first wins the race and gets to live, whereas if you both wait around past midnight, or if anybody tries to escape, well, he's got detonators too."
"She didn't publicize this information? The cops didn't?" says Bella exasperatedly. "Grand. Well. If I'm not cheating, I have no hopes of overpowering the average person who might lay hands on the detonator, or want to take it from me if I had it in the first place. The choice is out of my hands here unless I want to jump into the water, and my swimming abilities without cheating always amounted to "dog paddle and wait for rescue". I don't imagine said rescue would be a priority on this day. I don't think a not-cheating me-on-this-ferry has any options besides sitting tight."
"Poor you," he says. "Don't worry, though, you got out safely. Nobody hit the button, and Bats got to me before I could hit mine. That was when she threw me off the building," he explains. "And left me hanging upside down from a grappling hook for the SWAT team to collect. As I recall, they stood around watching me giggle until I passed out, annnnd the next thing I knew - Milliways!"
"Besides rigging the ferries after warning about the bridges and tunnels? The detonators could be wired the other way around, or they could be dummies, or only one of them could be either, or there were only enough explosives to sink, not obliterate, the boats, so you'd get to watch survivors fighting over wreckage to hang onto..." She shrugs.
"I could see either one," Bella says. "If the prisoners blow themselves up and it looks like the civilians did it, the civilians think whoever had their detonator pushed the button. That person's confused, no one believes them if they say otherwise, everyone thinks they had the stomach to blow up five hundred people, they start doubting their own memory - just a little button, maybe they slipped, maybe they deluded themselves, maybe they repressed the memory? - and you've still got lots of live non-criminal civilians, the city doesn't mass-evacuate out of grief and panic the next time they think it's safe to do so and leave you with a ghost town. If the civilians blow themselves up and it looks like the prisoners did it, there's a crackdown on the prisoners, maybe you find your next stint in prison more interesting, political interests that care about looking after the welfare of prisoners get into fantastic fights with political interests that don't - I guess they do that in either case. Maybe a guard on the boat presses the button and you get most of the psychological benefits - so to speak - against him that you could've against a civilian who doesn't remember pressing hers in the other scenario. And it doesn't matter who pushes the button if they all explode. From the outside, from the perspective of everyone left alive, it looks like they both did it at the same time. It especially doesn't matter if you just explain the trick after the fact - then no matter what the buttons actually did, you get to leave everyone paralyzed with indecision if they get caught in one of your pranks." She regards him steadily. "I think I'm glad you're in jail."
"I'd make a terrible Bat. If you presented me with a building with an explosive and a district attorney in it, and I wasn't cheating, I wouldn't know what to do with it. I am an eighteen year old girl with a lot of magic and a lovely brain that, prior to locating the magic, I mostly exercised with high school curriculum and classic literature, not anything practical for combating terrorism. If it would be short, it would be because you got bored with me not being able to do anything but snark at you and you decided to kill me or move on."
"I wouldn't have to decide if I believed you or not, if I was cheating," Bella says. "I could nullify all the explosive materials that aren't actively operating well-controlled engines and power plants on the entire planet in less time than it takes you to blink, and then it doesn't matter what buttons originally set them off. I don't try to be clever when I can be sure."
"I was thrilled when the nemesis I thought I had turned out to be a well-intentioned lady with a miscalibrated sense of personal boundaries who was happy to help me become the Empress of the Stars by teaching me some more magic and operating as my personnel department. Enmity is not intrinsically fascinating to me. You'd hate Mars the way I made it. Even Alice won't live there; he just can't get comfortable in a place where the local laws of physics have been bent so no one could suddenly decide to hit him with a baseball bat and successfully manage to connect it with his nose."
"He would like it. When he stopped liking it, he'd teleport away. I wouldn't even have to be involved if that was all. If I had any suspicion you'd actually kill him - if I thought you could - or if this went on too long, I'd tell him to come home because I need him, and I think he would do it."
"What, cheat at not letting you tell my surprise? Yes, but I think that would make you even more likely to try to tell him, and it's possible you'd think of a loophole, and I can make the probability of you successfully telling him zero by not telling you, and I am just not that strongly motivated to tell you."
"So I guess the only reason my alt's daughter wouldn't feel safe bringing you home would be if she didn't think anyone around her would be willing to kill you if you acted up, and somehow I don't think that's a problem her culture has. I'm now wondering why your Bat Lady hasn't killed you. You mentioned before she wasn't scared of the cops."
"You're not my problem. I have an empire to run, I'm not an interdimensional vigilante. Besides, several of my goals for that empire would be easier to achieve if I retained routine access to Milliways, and I don't think the bar likes it when her customers try to kill each other - as you've noticed. And, you're asleep. Most people, when they die in their dreams? Don't die in real life. I doubt magical solutions would hold, for the same reason - and I have no way to check, either way."
"There are probably dozens of you," Bella says. "And dozens more people who aren't you whose worlds could also benefit from their deaths. That's simply not my career choice, and even if it were, it wouldn't be consistent of me to attack one target of opportunity that I can't check up on, and likely lose any chance to perform equally or more useful assassinations under better conditions. Given that I've chosen to do something else with my life, it would be stupid to attack you and torpedo my ability to use Milliways to do what I originally planned to do, which is start up trade with alternate Empress Bellas and similarly congenial folks to improve quality of life for all our empires."
"So she'd have a reasonable shot at quitting the carnage just by not dressing up as a bat anymore," says Bella. "If you don't know her daytime identity, that'd be all she'd have to do - quit appearing in the bat outfit in a way consistent with her being dead-or-disappeared. And then if it didn't work, she could just 'come back'."
She doesn't doubt that this fellow can talk most people into doing things they wouldn't normally do, even without much leverage. She thinks she's probably not one of them. But she doesn't want to be overconfident.
"You just do it to see how people react, is that it? And nothing else guarantees such a very strong reaction, or you'd content yourself with property damage and white-collar crime and provocative graffiti and dumping trucksful of jellybeans onto the freeway."
"It's not all about the reactions, either," he says. "Some. You know who you should talk to? You should talk to Quin. I bet you guys'd get along. Don't tell her you're planning on yanking me off the planet, though; she wouldn't like it at all." He leans forward across the table, glances side-to-side, whispers: "I think she likes me."
"Issues of vulnerability and abuse potential," Bella says. "Of course the rules were designed because of that potential in one direction, but you know, I'm not so sure that there's not something sketchy about you having sex with someone who's spent any amount of time having it be her job to listen to you talk."
"Because with a captive audience - mind you I say a captive audience, someone whose job is on the line if she just gets up and leaves, I'm not saying you're mistreating arbitrary people who can go as they please if you have sex with them - I think you could be unduly fascinating, at least to a certain kind of person who might be disproportionately likely to become a shrink. When the only winning move is not to play, anyone who has to play - loses."
"He's outside with his new friend Matilda talking about... cupcakes, at the moment, but they've ranged over a variety of topics," says Bella. "If you're still here when we leave I imagine you'll see him on our way out. What would you do if you saw him, that Milliways wouldn't approve of?"
"I'm not sure he'd recognize you at first glance. I've fixed up my eyes and he hasn't done anything to his; the makeup and the scarring and the decades are probably an impediment." She shrugs. "Then again, even if you were a total stranger that doesn't necessarily mean he wouldn't be into it."
"Well, your world doesn't sound like the best vacation spot even if it were accessed the usual way. Going through a door opened by someone here as unconventionally as you are? Dangerous. I'd want to meet someone who tried it first, or at least ask the bar and see if she knows."
"I actually don't know if I have the stomach to kill someone when there's another option," she says conversationally. "I'm quite sure I could do it if there wasn't, by the way, so cornering me won't yield any interesting facts... But I could check. And even if I didn't I could arrange for you not to be alone."
(Did he mean it like that, though? Or...? No, he totally meant it like that. But did he know what Alice would think of it? How could he not?)
The hell with it. He teleports directly into the Joker's lap and kisses him.
Meanwhile, perhaps that tastefully dressed businesswoman who is just sitting down at the bar and ordering a protein shake would be interesting to talk to.
"That sounds... trying," says Roberta. "The boyfriend part, not the benevolence part. The benevolence is reassuring."
Upstairs, they are in the process of shifting from making out to things involving fewer clothes and more sharp objects. Alice is having lots of fun. So is the Joker.
"I'm a little concerned about leaving him alone with that guy, who is basically my boyfriend with a couple extra decades and not enough friends in high school and a tendency to commit terrorism. But I can read my boyfriend's mind and he's having fun. He has weird tastes."
"I've only been here four times, this being me on my way home from a round trip," Bella says. "And the first time, my personnel - officer? manager? I need to pick a title for her - found the door. I found it the time after, though. My alternate doesn't encounter it often; it's usually her kid."
"There isn't one. It's magic. I can offer all that stuff on the cheap. I want people to have a nice place to live and not die or worry about paying the landlord. I get to call myself Empress and lay down magical laws-nigh-unto-physics around Mars so people don't stab each other or set anything on fire, and they get to live in a place where those things don't happen and they get the necessities without a hassle."
"So far I've talked to the President of the United States and told her she's welcome to set up customs around the magic door in case scary Canadians attempt to depart Mars," Bella says. "Everything else is still a work in progress. Magic isn't generally known on my Earth. Me and four other people have the general-purpose kind, and a few score worldwide have specific powers that do one thing and they generally aren't advertising themselves - some don't even know. But I certainly hope there will be trade. Enterprising businesspeople setting up pet shops in Olympus. Olympus is the city I built on Mars to start out," Bella explains.
Bella starts ticking off fingers. "Open, scenic space. Pollution of various sorts fixes itself automatically, so it's a great place to put industrial anything. I put in plenty of plants, and freshwater oceans full of fish. I don't suppose people are particularly likely to find diamond mines or whatever, since I didn't install any, but there's Mars rock under the flora and that might stay interesting to astronaut types for a while. Magic free healthcare isn't exactly natural but it's a resource - if I don't get tourists with cancer I'll conjure a hat and eat it, and someone will need to sell those tourists lunch and t-shirts that say 'I Heart Mars'."
[My regen is good enough to deal with a few bullets through the head. You didn't copy mine. Is yours that good?] Bella asks urgently. She's probably making faces Roberta might want explained. [Sorry if I'm breaking the mood, but I want to take you home alive when you're done.]
(But she does not let up that read for a second.)
"I'm sorry, I might not be very good company for the next unknown period of time," she tells Roberta apologetically. "I can just conjure a book if you'd rather go talk to somebody else."
"No, but now I'm worried," says Roberta, frowning. "Tell me more about this... alternate."
"My boyfriend's name is Alice, but the alternate's significantly older and he told me he's going by 'Joker'," says Bella, rubbing at one of her eyes. "He's locked up in an asylum right now, which he claims he can escape at will and only hasn't because he likes his shrink, but Milliways lets him in in his dreams since he got put away even though he never came here before. He told me that he gets kicked out of here if he does anything too 'unfriendly', but I'm not sure where the line is or - actually - whether that's true, so I buffed Alice's regeneration just now." She shrugs. "What else do you want to know? He has a twisted sense of humor and a crush on a lady who dresses up like a bat for some reason and if I ever find myself in his world I'm going to strand him on a habitable asteroid or kill him because he is dangerous and he would never give up trying to get around any other measures to make him safe."
"My boyfriend can teleport," Bella says. "There was one moment where he wasn't having fun anymore but the Joker backed off, that time. I don't think he'd appreciate being yanked down here. It hasn't gotten bad enough that I'd do it anyway. My boyfriend can take -" she laughs softly - "a lot."
"He'd rather be dead than on the asteroid unless the asteroid still afforded him chances to visit Milliways," Bella says. "I asked. If this ever happens, I will put him on an asteroid, wait for him to nap a few times and see if he can get here or not, and if he can't, I will either kill him or, if I can't stomach it, be there while he does it himself so he doesn't have to die alone. There's no point in being cruel. That won't help protect anyone."
"Something wrong?" Bella asks Roberta. "I guess eighteen-year-old girls don't routinely announce their willingness to kill terrorists?"
Upstairs, Alice is dozing, half-aware of his surroundings and mostly not thinking about anything much. In a half-aware dreamy way, he kind of wishes Bella were there, perhaps because in his half-aware dreamy state he doesn't have to consider her (probably quite low) level of desire to add to this cuddlepile.
Bella doesn't want to be in that room. She might consider it anyway, if it were physical rather than mental damage that had her concerned - because her window into the events in the room is Alice's mind and it's falling asleep. But she's pretty confident that any random physical damage can happen to Alice and he will still come home with her good as new.
"If he were innocently radioactive - hell, if he didn't have a blatant, admitted deathwish - then I'd be much less cavalier about it," Bella assures her. "He is a special case. I haven't ever actually killed anyone. I don't know if I could if I were not backed into a corner about it, and I have enough magic that I probably never will be."
"Alice asked about the..." Bella traces the scar locations on her own cheeks. "The Joker has offered to show him. The scars won't keep even if Alice lets them form to begin with, but... yeah." Pause. "Alice, who I guess would probably know, thinks the Joker gave himself said scars."
It's not even exactly the right wording, and practically everything physical about the situation is wrong, but it still works just the way he's sure the Joker meant it to. All of a sudden he's seventeen again, in a dim New York alley, every detail of the scene crystalline in a way only eidetic memory can achieve.
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.
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?"
(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..."
"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.
"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?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," he says. "I want you to fuck me like he fucked me. Like he fucked you."
Because it'll be awful, but right now awful is what he wants. Because he knows that's at least part of what the Joker wants him here for, and he accepts that, he's fine with that, he wants to see what the Joker will make of him.
"Right now Alice is exhibiting the ability to form preferences," Bella says, "and the Joker is exhibiting the ability to abide by them. The fact that the preferences in question are disturbing was never in question. It will not be necessary for you to break down the door until and unless Alice can no longer form or enforce preferences."
"Oh, I don't trust the Joker as far as I can throw him, and I haven't even bothered adding super-strength, so that would just be aikido trickery if I did decide to throw him," Bella says. "But it doesn't matter whether he's got fucked-up reasons for doing what Alice wants as long as Alice is still in a position to want those things. My problem is that I know less about Alice's psychological tolerances than I do about his physical tolerances and he won't let me check with him conversationally. So if it no longer looks like he wants the things and stays put anyway, while this could go under 'Alice likes things he doesn't like' - it could, he's twisted like that - it could also go under 'Alice does not like things he doesn't like but he's paralyzed'."
"His telepathic answering machine told me to fuck off," Bella says. "However rude that is, it's also clear. I'm only going to ignore him if I'm farther out of my comfort zone than this." She pauses. "On the other hand, if you asked me for a suit right now for what could be unrelated reasons and managed to get his room number from the bar I would not dream of denying such a harmless, trivial request or of interfering with your freedom of movement."
As for what's going on in Alice's head: he realizes, for the first time in a while (at least consciously), that Bella is still reading him. On reflection, he's okay with that, although he worries that she won't like what she's about to see. And he's sorry he told her to fuck off, but he's not taking down his busy message; it fucks with his head when she interrupts him in the middle of this stuff, and two people fucking with his head at the same time - only one of whom knows what they are doing, because Bella might be able to read his mind but she's never lived in it - is bound to end badly.
"Do you think so?" Bella asks, rubbing at her temple with the first two fingers of one hand. "Alice's power I mentioned - it prevents mental tampering in addition to whatever crap it's pulling right now. If Alice winds up - broken - screwed up more than he started out - more like the Joker - then - I can't fix him. Not even with magic. Native powers trump wishes."
Somewhere between the pain and the trauma and what anyone else might be able to identify as humiliation, Alice is achieving something weirdly like bliss. It's almost like what he felt the first time he made stars, but it doesn't take him over the same way.
When she first helped him make stars, he told her - that if there were mixed feelings - and she couldn't get a good answer out of him - that she should stop. And he's arranged not to produce answers for her.
He doesn't have a setup like that with the Joker. She wouldn't trust the Joker to stick to one if he did.
If it gets any worse than it did before - if it gets even that bad, and the Joker doesn't recalibrate and back off as before - she's invoking this as her justification for teleporting Roberta upstairs.
"When this is over with," Bella says, "I might ask you to hold the door for me so I can put some amenities and a person on an asteroid."
The affect auras on Alice's thoughts right now are a collective mess. Most of his sensory experience gets a murky grey-white-grey with threads of black; some things, like his continued awareness of the Joker as present and causing all this, get snowy white.
He does want to be here, though. He hasn't stopped knowing that. He wants to be here, doing this, feeling like this. Even though it's awful; partly, in fact, because it's awful.
"I can do that," Bella says. "Would you rather be in a bat suit right now? Or, you know, would you rather duck into the bathroom and come out in one? Does this place even have a bathroom?"
And...
It doesn't come clear all at once; it does it in pieces, slowly, here and there. The fact that he gets mad at himself when something is fucking with him, like he thinks he should be better than that. But he's not; nobody is. By admission, his ballpark-of-thirty alternate future self isn't either. The fact that he's still half convinced that he brought this shit on himself the first time, even though he knows with crystal clarity that that is bullshit. The fact that despite not really believing things can be wrong with people in general, he thinks there's something wrong with him for what he just asked the Joker to do, for wanting that, for getting off on it when it happened for real.
"Oh," he murmurs.
"Is it really? He seems to mostly run on a desire to see how people who interest him will react to things. I think he has enough background information on Alice that it's entirely possible giving him good advice is more interesting in that way."
He tries to say something else, but he can't quite get the words together, can't figure out how to ask if it's changed how she thinks of him, watching what he just did. If she's okay, if she's okay with him, if she's mad at him for fucking around (she said she wouldn't be, but sometimes you just don't know unti it happens) or for wanting something from the Joker that he could never in a million years get from her or for being this fucked up or for being, suddenly and with help, okay with being this fucked up.
Also: Lazarus? The hell?
"Puppies," Roberta agrees.
She does not look like someone who has been talking about puppies recently. Unless the puppies in question were dying, perhaps of rabies.
[You remember testing the agony beam? You told me - that if you had mixed feelings and I couldn't get an answer from you about whether you were done or not - that it should stop.]
Pause.
[This wasn't exactly the same situation, but I was scared. And when those conditions were met today, I tried to get you out. And I couldn't. The bar denies involvement. The Joker's world is - I think - devoid of magic. That leaves your ingot power. It does more than we thought it did and I want to know what.]
[...okay, but Bella,] he says, [the reason you couldn't get an answer out of me is 'cause I wasn't letting you talk to me. On purpose.]
He's a little mad that she tried. He would've been a lot madder if she'd succeeded. He forgives her, though, because he loves her, and she was scared, and she was being herself.
[If I'm with this guy, and I don't ask you to get me out, don't get me out.]
As for his ingot power... fuck if he knows. He's as confused as she is.
He's glad it works that way, though. This was good for him. He wants to do it again.
"Got it," Bella says to Roberta.
[Alice. You will notice that I do not drink blood and I am not married to a man a century my senior who always looks like he's auditioning for Most Angsty and I don't have a kid or theme my empire around my eye color. He's not you. He's like you. He could've been you, maybe. But he's not the same, and it wouldn't be great for you to grow up to be just like him. He goes around killing people.]
[You're not me!] says Alice. [You couldn't take up terrorism and still be you. I could take up terrorism and still be me. If you're not okay with him because he's the kind of person who might do that, then you're not okay with me, because the only reason I know I won't is it would make you sad and I love you and I don't ever wanna make you that sad.]
[He's the kind of person who reacts to having feelings for someone by kidnapping their loved ones to see what they'll do,] Bella says. [Are you that, too? And he isn't just like you except for having not met me or found magic! You were eighteen when you met me and found magic and he diverged before that and I don't know why.]
But then he remembers the very first moment he fell in love with her, before he really knew anything about her except for that single word she'd only just said to him. And he can see how, if she had turned out to be a completely different person, if he had turned out to feel differently about her than he does...
...well, he doesn't know it, but the picture building in his head looks a lot like the Joker's relationship with the Bat.
He likes what they really have better than that.
Except apparently they're not going to have it for very much longer, because she keeps trying to tell him the reasons she hates this guy aren't reasons that are true about him and they keep being true about him, and fuck he is just going to cry now.
She didn't really plan to say that last bit, but it happened, and she's going to let it stay there.
[There's someone whose world I'm planning to visit briefly,] Bella says. [I don't wanna abandon you if you want me around right now, but if there are no circumstances under which I ought to pull you out of that room - especially since I apparently can't - then you don't need my supervision, and I wasn't doing it for my entertainment. Do you want to just meet up in Moonstone Palace?]
Bella gets up. "This might take me as little as half an hour," she says. "If you really don't have any magic there, I can send him to sleep and wake him up by magic by way of testing whether he goes to Milliways from the asteroid or not. If you don't want to hold the door that long, that's fine, we can wait for another door - how often do you find them?"
And then she walks through.
And pentagons herself some astronomy.
And there are many asteroids, with many charming names -
Including a cute little one called "Alice".
"Heh," Bella says, and she goes there.
It's little. Not The Little Prince sized, but just a few kilometers in any dimension. She turns out to be able to do the entire terraforming job - gravity, atmosphere, pachysandra and moss and clover - with a few pentagons. She puts up a little house with a food replicator and plumbing in it.
And she grabs the Joker as soon as that's done with from where he sleeps in the asylum.
That's square territory. She feels a little bad about using Alice's coins for this. She makes her own square.
"She stuck me on a little asteroid," he explains. "And then she put me to sleep again to see if I'd come here, which I do, so that part's okay. She said earlier that if she did it and I didn't get Milliways she'd kill me, but the way she was looking just now, I bet she wouldn't. Too nice. She's pretty mad at me."
"Grand. If you do get bored, your food replicator is more flexible than the standard model, it'll make you hemlock or whatever - it's voice operated. The glowy air is controlled by thought. You should be able to keep occupied. Ask for avocados and grow more from the pits, build a castle out of your dishes, whatever." She shrugs. "And there's nobody for you to hurt up here. Questions? Comments?"
[I didn't strand him because I was mad. I'm pretty sure that at least one of his motives for what he did with you was to screw with me. And that put me in a bad mood - it would've even if he hadn't successfully frightened me. But I told him before you and he even laid eyes on each other that if I ever found myself in his world, he was getting put on an asteroid.] She sips. [It's a nice asteroid, and I stuck to what I said I would do regarding checking for Milliways.]
[Yeah. I met someone from his. She is of the opinion that the asteroid is a good place for him, and honestly I don't think too many people who knew he existed would disagree. He really fucked around with that city, Alice, and they don't have the means to contain him without outside help.]
[I don't like that,] he says. [The thing where you know I'm gonna get mad if you do something, so you don't tell me until you've already done it. I mean, if I did that you'd flip your shit, right?]
Granted, that's because the category of things Bella would get mad about Alice doing is full of things that would, intrinsically, make her flip her shit. But... that's the kind of stuff Bella gets mad about. The kind of stuff Alice gets mad about is a much smaller group, for one thing, and for another thing it's harder to define, full of really specific situations like stranding his alternate universe double on an asteroid without telling him first so he could say goodbye in case the other him got lonely and killed himself. For example.
[I didn't want to be in a situation where I felt like I had to choose between making you upset and letting people die in close enough proximity that it'd feel like a choice to me. I didn't want you to warn him in such a way that he might've taken his extra minute and intercepted my helper, or fucked around with your head that little bit more that he didn't happen to do this time, or gotten out the door first and through the weirdness of Milliways time gotten his shrink to give him a radio through which he could talk Earth-based space programs into coming and picking him up, or just talk people into playing his kind of jokes on each other. I didn't want anything to go wrong, because if something went wrong, people might have died.]
Now he remembers what they were arguing about before.
[Okay, well, you chose, and I'm upset,] he says. And spends a couple of squares to clean the room up and get dressed, and teleports to the front door, and leaves through it.
(She's sorry the situation came up, she's sorry that what happened to make the Joker into what he became happened, she's sorry she didn't trust Alice to not throw a wrench in the plan if he had warning, she's - sorry.)
She sits in a corner of the office in her palace and hugs her knees.
There is, after all, a chance that ingots (like witches) may enhance their powers after turning.
"Already got all your furniture up here, nice," Bella says.
He searches for words.
"Identity? Personality? Self? What Alice's power does is make him continue being Alice against all outside influence."
"I wouldn't go around describing everyone's power as having levels of joy," he says. "I'm not sure I would even have described this one this way if I hadn't noticed the difference. That's just the first word that came to mind; I could also say it's, um, more settled. Like before it had a little bit of wavering around the edges, and now it's more solidly in one place."
"...I feel like that is already too much information," says Lazarus, "but it also tells me nothing about why Alice's power would have cared. Unless the... um, event... was very important to you in some way," he says, managing to look at Alice with only a slight blush. "Life-changingly important."
"And he's currently stranded on an asteroid in his own world," says Bella tartly, "as he was going to escape from his mental institution any day and go back to terrorizing his city to get his crush's attention, and I met someone from the same world who was more than happy to get outside assistance towards not being blown up or set on fire. Maybe we'll find another one, one of these days, a less... like that... one."
"So... Alice's power wants Alice to be Alice, and while this most obviously extends to defending against mental tampering it will also block any attempts to remove him from experiences that, in its estimation, are making him Alicier," Bella says. "And we don't know what Alicier means exactly."
What the Joker was doing—what they were doing, together—was helping Alice understand himself better and accept himself more. It was important to him to do it, not just because he wanted to have that experience, but because he wanted to learn from it. Well, 'learn' might not be the best word. Try: he wanted to change in the ways that that experience made him change.
Apparently, his power was backing him on that.
Bella chews on her lip. "How smart and/or prognosticatory is this power? Is it liable to start steering him towards things instead of just resisting attempts to remove him from things?" [I'm planning on turning him into a vampire,] Bella adds privately to Lazarus, [for Christmas, it's a surprise - sometimes vampires have magical improvements after they turn. So if it doesn't do this now but that looks like a way it could change...]