[Hey,] she tells all the Jokers and all the Bells. [There's a Joker in world number twelve who wasn't there before I crashed. Can't find him online at all, though.]
"Earth. Has a Gotham. No magic or aliens or anything else that I've been able to detect. Currently June, 1988. No Bell, and a standard Earth one would be born by now," Jane adds.
"Assuming Harley wants to recommend me as a foster-parent for Jokers," says Elspeth, "I'll go talk to this one."
Corona is shaking his head. "Twelve, though, oh man. Do you really know what you're signing up for?"
"Elsie's awesome," Harley assures him.
"Yeah, I'm getting that, but you" (Corona freecasts across the room to give Harley a hug) "are a special case - unless I'm the special case? Back me up here, guys, are twelve-year-old Jokers mostly incredible little shits or what?"
"Harley was lovely when he was twelve, but of course we shouldn't expect him to be typical. What may I be signing up for?"
"Maybe not the wolf village house, then," muses Elspeth. "Wolves are easier to piss off than vampires."
"But I can go back to following the capital around. And property can be fixed with coins," shrugs Elspeth. "And I don't piss off easy - although there's Jake."
"Yeah," says Ghosty. "If you're gonna take on a twelve-year-old Joker, don't keep 'em near somebody who pisses off easy."
"Jake doesn't, especially for a wolf," says Elspeth, shaking her head, "on his own behalf. If someone goes after me he has a problem."
"And we don't know how far he'll go to get it, because we don't know how far he'd have to," says Corona. "Or what it's been like for him, how he's feeling—"
"He could be another one of me," says Jellybean, "and you'd be pretty much fine, I was all right by twelve."
"Or he could be another one of me and you'd be in for it," says Corona.
Elspeth's wolf is got. She holds his hand and explains, silently.
Jake winces. "So, worst case scenario where he's trying to get under my skin through my imprint, what's he going to do to her?"