Maybe he and the Joker would be able to trade stories about all the things their fathers liked at some later date; for now, though, the Joker just continued habitually picking out the marshmallow shapes from his spoonfuls of cereal.

"I try. --Aren't you, uh, glad? You got to play with Stark and we," he gestured between the two of them vaguely, "Came out ahead. Well, except for the concussions, but you deserved yours."