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The Batman gave him an unreadable look and stopped. A moment later, the Joker was being hoisted up by the back of his jacket and carried. Well... he wasn't being dragged anymore.

A few steps later, the clown was tossed into the passenger seat of the Batmobile. The Dark Knight jumped in after him, the top slid closed, the car roared to life, and they shot off like a rocket toward the all too familiar Arkham Asylum.

Batman ignored him as per the usual. First of all, the Joker HAD been conscious in the Batmobile. Plenty of times. Well... mostly conscious. A few times.

In any case, while he was careful to keep about a quarter of his attention on the clown and about a quarter of it on the road, a solid half was trying to puzzle things out. New York City and Gotham had... merged? That was the only remotely applicable word he could come up with. Did that mean that this was the beginning of yet another Universe convergence? If that WAS the case (unnecessarily sharp turn), then he had more to worry about than his usual rogues gallery, or even the whole JLA's cumulative list of enemies. This 'witch' Joker was so fixated on could literally be ANYONE. Someone who didn't even exist in the records that he had access to. Which meant...

... No, that wasn't quite right. Whoever this person was, the Joker KNEW her. Well. Well enough to feel like he needed to make an example out of her. The last time he'd seen the clown this fixated on something that wasn't him, he'd been trying to find one his old business associates. Batman had never gotten all of the particulars, but apparently the man had driven off with the getaway car when he heard the cops arriving. He'd been found about two weeks later in the Gotham river, an awful, fixed smile on his face.

So it was likely that this woman was something similar. She'd betrayed him, and now the Joker had to make her scream. Simple enough logic, in a very 'clown prince of crime' sort of way. "... What did she do?" he asked in a low voice, taking another sharp turn as they left Gotham proper and started driving through skeleton-like trees. "Did she abandon you? Betray you? After you trusted her?"

The slim black cat sat curled up in his spot, still watching everything around him with a smile on his face.

Cupid had just finished the arrows Amora had wanted, and pulled out a rather intricately designed bow. Amora, who had been watching everything with about as much interest as she had when they arrived, turned and glanced back at him. "Are they ready?"

"Yeah, right here. What goes to who?" Cupid replied, rotating his arms and stretching out a bit. If it was a long distance, this kind of stuff was always strenuous. he was used to simply using his crossbow that he carried on his arm. But, being this far away from everything, he needed to put his own energy behind them.

"Hold the devotion for later..." she said, turning back to look out at the world. Then, she pointed at the apartment some of the other worldly heroes were living in. "Have nostalgia ready whenever I tell you too, and you may fire heartache off at any point for her." she said, now pointing towards the decrepit looking building Gossamer made her new home.

Cupid let his bright red eyes rest on Sapphire's apartment a moment with an approving little smirk. "Going to make her go down memory lane again, are we? Shouldn't take much to make her depressed at this point, would it?"

"Let her be reminded first. Otherwise it won't make sense if she suddenly can't stop thinking of her old life."

"Right. First thing's first." Cupid said, loading the arrow and pulling the cord back as far as it could possibly go. With his arms moved to as far as the could go, and the strain on the cord as much as he could hold, Cupid trained his eyes on his target. Small white pupils began to glow once he was ready, and the arrow itself began to fade into a clear dust. He paused another moment, then let go of the cord. With a very audible 'THUNK', and a sharp whistle of the arrow cutting through the air, the arrow was off and towards it's target

The two dieties of love turned and looked at the man curiously.
The black cat groaned before turning to look at the man. "Really? You're here? Wow." the cat said, sitting up from his spot.

"You do not have it within your power," the Stranger said plainly, his expression as blank as his voice. "And I cannot interfere. I can only observe. Everything shall unfold as it will."

"THAT's right!" Zira said, snapping her fingers. The next second, she had a bottle of something amber in her hands. "HE was the one I didn't like. Killed my beloved Terragon." Giggling at her little joke, she took a sip of the drink.

The cat grinned. "Waste of time and talent? Sir, this is merely for fun. Though, I suppose I could see your point if you addressed it towards other people. Namely those sitting in front of a keyboard, but I know for a fact that one of them has nothing but free time for a week, so...." he said, then paused a moment. "Nevermind. Point is, we don't mind that we're wasting our talent. I for one, and lavishing being out and about, and want to make the most of it before I have to revert back for whatever reason. Those two.." he said, pointing towards the boy and girl. "Do nothing else."