[Sound filters back to him right as Lavenza finishes stating "your assistance in saving reality", and he looks visibly ill for a moment, releasing Joker's hand in favor of folding forward with a hand over his mouth. He's fine, he just needs a moment. Or twenty.]

[From the ground, folded over as he is:] Why is it that you two always know so much but can never do anything about this yourselves? I do mean that as an honest question, despite how aggravated I am to be asking it.