[He can hardly breathe, choking on smoke and his own tears and snot as they stream down his face. Has Jimmy escaped? It's impossible to tell.]
[The roar of flames, the screech of electronics- it all blends together to deafen him. The pain shooting across his face, across his entire body now, the smoke, the tears- how can he see anything like this?]
[But god o' mercy, he hopes Jimmy has escaped. He's just as good as any other family Joker's got, even if it ain't official, and heaven knew he was a better person than Joker was. He could live a life he wouldn't feel guilty about and make people's lives better, more than likely. Joker's never prayed much, but he prays a bit now as some foolish human instinct in him forces him to keep moving forward.]
[Let him live, that's all I'll ever goddamn ask from you!]
[His leg gives out from him and he crumples briefly- an unplanned bit of fortune that has him avoid being grabbed. Dragging up what little other strength he has, he manages a few more steps just to get across the room... and then collapses against the wall there, sliding to the floor. Even as his face still contorts in pain, he bats at the fire clinging to his clothes. Everything hurts. Hazy eyes narrow at the monstrous pile of metal approaching.]
Try as ya like, ya hellish thing... No time for either us...
[He's not even aware that Jimmy is still inside and not that far off.]
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[The roar of flames, the screech of electronics- it all blends together to deafen him. The pain shooting across his face, across his entire body now, the smoke, the tears- how can he see anything like this?]
[But god o' mercy, he hopes Jimmy has escaped. He's just as good as any other family Joker's got, even if it ain't official, and heaven knew he was a better person than Joker was. He could live a life he wouldn't feel guilty about and make people's lives better, more than likely. Joker's never prayed much, but he prays a bit now as some foolish human instinct in him forces him to keep moving forward.]
[Let him live, that's all I'll ever goddamn ask from you!]
[His leg gives out from him and he crumples briefly- an unplanned bit of fortune that has him avoid being grabbed. Dragging up what little other strength he has, he manages a few more steps just to get across the room... and then collapses against the wall there, sliding to the floor. Even as his face still contorts in pain, he bats at the fire clinging to his clothes. Everything hurts. Hazy eyes narrow at the monstrous pile of metal approaching.]
Try as ya like, ya hellish thing... No time for either us...
[He's not even aware that Jimmy is still inside and not that far off.]