Not dead. S'more than I was expectin', quite frankly.

[He'd given up, quite frankly, given up to either suffocating smoke or burning flame or the piercing pain of metal claws grabbing at him in frightening determination. It's... almost bewildering to feel grass beneath his palm and pain pounding in his face. Joker let's out a hiss of breath as he wobbily sits up on his knees.]

Help get me ta the car, will ya? [And because he feels he should say it-] Told ya ta run, ya thick fool.