several kinds

[thaumobabble]

Glass appears in the Belltower, where the Jokers less Felicity are still assembled.

"There are," she announces, "kinds of you."

Comments

[pythbox]

Harley and Corona glance at each other.

"...yeah," says Corona, "don't tell her. Yet, anyway. If she finds him so impossible to handle that she comes to us for advice, we can tell her then."

[thaumobabble]

"Everything seemed calm when I left."

[pythbox]

"Give it time," says Corona. "Now that we know he's one of me and not any of the rest of you."

[thaumobabble]

"I'm wondering now if I should warn Golden, only I'm not sure what there is to warn about."

[pythbox]

"Yeah," says Corona, "except that he'll do his damnedest to piss her off if he ever meets her, I guess." He adds after a reflective pause, "Probably. He'll probably do that. Might decide not to. We're not a hugely predictable bunch that way."

[thaumobabble]

"I imagine she will meet him. I mean, her daughter is being his guardian. She met Harley, didn't she."

[pythbox]

"She did," says Harley. "We get along okay."

[edgeofyourseat]

"...But it might be better if she hears what she's gonna hear about it before he pisses her off," says Alice. "I dunno."

[thaumobabble]

"Bells in general tolerate things with known explanations better than things without," says Glass after a moment's thought.

[edgeofyourseat]

"Yeah," says Alice. "But would that even be enough of an explanation for her?"

[thaumobabble]

"Well - what do you mean, 'enough'?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"I mean," says Alice, "if we tell her he's twelve years old and fresh out of hell and he's gonna be dealing with that by being a total little shit to everyone in sight, will she get it, or will she walk off thinking he should know better?"

[thaumobabble]

Glass lifts her hands. "What do you mean, 'get it'? I can pass on recommendations about what to do, and she'll more likely follow them than not. She is also more likely than not to privately think that she emerged from hell and promptly conquered the world."

[edgeofyourseat]

Alice sighs.

[yourheartstrings]

Ghosty disintegrates and rematerializes to hug him.

[thaumobabble]

Glass sighs.

[pythbox]

"It's not like it's your fault or anything," says Corona.

[manofmyword]

"Not exactly hers either," says the Joker.

[pythbox]

Harley sighs.

[thaumobabble]

Glass looks at Harley questioningly.

[pythbox]

"...I feel weird 'cause I'm on the other side of this from most of us," he says. "I was never the kid they're talking about. But I wish there was a way for Golden to understand it better than that. But I get what the Joker's saying about her, too; she's the way she is because that's the life she's lived and the way she's lived it, and you can't just wish people would stop being themselves."

[thaumobabble]

"I mean, she will probably follow reasonably well-operationalized advice about how to interact with Felicity. I just can't promise she won't feel smug while she does it."

[pythbox]

"Fuck it, then," Corona mutters.

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie pops across the room to snuggle him.

"Thing is," she says, "I don't think we have advice. We just have - feelings."

[pythbox]

"How about 'don't ever talk to him, 'cause he can smell smug from a mile upwind and he'll hate you for it'," Corona suggests, "is that operationalized?"