He snapped back to reality just in time to realize that hey, he was missing some pretty vital skin on his stomach. He kind of needed that to keep his insides in. He sat still while the wounds healed and he looked The Joker straight in the eyes. "Sorry, jus' t'inkin' about balancin' m'checkbook after t'is."
He gave a cool smile. "You sure got a lot of hostility f'a clown, mon ami. You got t'at, what's it, t'em theatre masks. You wearin' a smile, but you feelin' a frown. You make life a comedy... so you got a lotta tragedy, neh? Not tryin' to psychoanalyze or not'in', jus' figger I'd get to know you a bit."