[For a brief second, he glances back to the pair of cats like they'll offer any support or advice. He should know better, really. They might not be normal cats, the kind he's familiar with, but they still manage that utter look of apathy just as well as any housecat lounging about. It wasn't their problem. They, thus, weren't interested even for as much as Joker figured they liked him.]

[Ah well. There... really wasn't any normal or sane sounding way to put this.]

Yer gonna think I'm daft... or gone mad... or both...

But flyin'. It's somethin' that can fly and big enough ta carry a person.