#DCRP penned and shook in a blender by 𝙳𝚎𝚎!
Still nothing. He sighed.
"I need a lift."
He was always adaptable. This was clearly either a strange vision or something happening right in front of him, so, he may as well work with it until he could figure out what was really going on.
"This Joker is mine. I'm going to get him."
Still nothing. He sighed.
"I need a lift."
... What do you mean? I've always been like this.
... What do you mean? I've always been like this.
"This Joker is mine. I'm going to get him."
"He's not. Which means he's on the run, if he exists at all. If you're half the man I am, then you're going to help me find him and send him back to Arkham before he hurts anyone."
Visibly, comically frustrated.
"He was! He's gone!"
"This Joker is mine. I'm going to get him."
Visibly, comically frustrated.
"He was! He's gone!"
"No, he wasn't."
Pointing to an empty spot.
"There."
Visibly, comically frustrated.
"He was! He's gone!"
Pointing to an empty spot.
"There."
"I don't have time for this. I need to confirm whether Joker is dead."
Pointing to an empty spot.
"There."
Aaaaaall the way up...
"Cool costume. Is that genuine leather?"
Aaaaaall the way up...
"Cool costume. Is that genuine leather?"
Aaaaaall the way up...
"Cool costume. Is that genuine leather?"