He slumped down across from her, sitting cross-legged with his gun in his lap. He never quite took his hand from it, but his hold was slack. He wasn't anticipating any more danger, at least not for the moment.
The Joker, unfortunately, didn't know how to take a hint. "What happened? He die?" Pure curiosity and no malice, there. He wasn't trying to needle her, not really. It was just interesting, the way she talked about him.
He leaned in a little, shaking his head as though he didn't quite comprehend what she'd said. "Care? What, about Candy?" He leaned back. "You know, nobody believes me when I say things the first time, but when they eventually figure it out it's like I never said it all. Hmm. A mystery."