"This is..."
"A gift for you. Do you like it?" Schiller sat at the desk with one leg crossed over the other, his forearms resting atop his knee. "You probably never expected that, with three Jokers in this universe, I'd be the first to surprise you, did you?"
"...I truly didn't." Batman spoke slowly. "Is he still alive?"
"Yes. Not only is he alive, he can still think. He's just probably afraid I'll kill him again, so he's been playing dead." Schiller patted Laughing Man's head as though selecting a watermelon. "If I gave it to you, what would you do with it?"
"Find a safe and store it."
"You wouldn't study it?"
Main Universe Batman had decided to pose as Bruce Wayne, so he was not wearing his Batman gear. Instead, he sat behind the desk in a suit. He extended one arm across the desktop, lightly tapping his fingertips against it as if thinking.
"It's too dangerous," he finally said. "There are many dangerous Batmen in the Dark Multiverse, but he feels different to me..."
"Don't praise him." Schiller cut Batman off. "If you keep singing his praises, his brains are going to boil."
The intense dissatisfaction in Schiller's tone made Batman examine him more carefully.
"What are you looking at? Afraid a Joker might suddenly crawl out of me?"
"If you could do that, a Joker crawling out would actually be the good outcome," Batman said.
"That sounds a little familiar."
"How is your body?" Batman asked. "Are the drugs still affecting you?"
"Do you think I couldn't do all this without chemical stimulation?"
"Sorry, but you really sound too much like the Joker."
"I may be a little excited." Schiller sighed softly. "But at least I'm not your rabid fan. I'm seriously asking you a question—do