"HELP!?"

Joker snarled and lunged towards her, slamming her against the wall in a cloud of dust.

"I am beyond help!"

The way she was looking at him made the venom rise in his blood. Like there was something wrong with him. Part of him knew there was something wrong. That part said he'd always been this way. Another part of him felt like he'd only always been this way for a few days, and that realization made his head spin all over again.

"You don't want me to get help anyway, do you? You just want to see the big, bad clown behind bars!"