Joker had always been the frail one of the cast. Wimpy and timid as he may have been, the longer you stayed on Pluto with him, the more subtle changes in his behavior you noticed.

When he was around others, he was meek. Alone, he was efficient and confident. Was this a conscious choice?

He was running engine tests on the cast’s broken rocket, unbothered by how every test failed, when he noticed you approaching. Without looking up from his work, he froze, muttering to you. “Y-Yes? What is it now…”