The Joker shoves his hands in his pockets as he walks. "Yeah, maybe I miss it a bit more than I thought." He shrugs.
"Wellll...they're not exactly my friends. They're Harley's pets. She's the one who showed up with them one day." His face goes a bit distant. "Crazy animals, but they love that girl, and boy howdy are they good guard dogs!" He chuckles. "Don't know how she managed." He looks down, hands shoving deeper in his pockets, as his tongue worries at the edge of his scars.