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Chapter 7
I felt sick, and my head was all fuzzy. Was that a bump I felt...? Where was I? Some old apartment? "Ahhh" I moaned, shutting my eyes tight when the light became too much. After a minute or two I squinted through the hazy room, spotting the Joker in the corner. He was staring out the window, aimlessly shuffling a deck of cards. I almost laughed, but it came out as more of a moan.
Joker POV
When I heard my new toy return to consciousness I eagerly went over to the couch to...greet him.
"Wakey wakey sunshine! How are you FEEEEELING?!" I screeched.
"Owww, stop it," Layne moaned, covering his ears, "My head..."
"WHAT? I'm a little DEAF, can't hear your MUMBLING!" I shouted, giggling.
"Oh will you SHUT UP!" Oooo, he was feisty. If I wasn't in such a good mood I would've knocked him out again. He slumped back down on the couch, muttering,
"Man, I need some Advil."
In a moment of sheer spontaneity, I leaped up, startling him. I then grabbed a gun and two knifes from a nearby shelf. I pocketed my knife and chucked the other in his general direction. He swore and dove off the couch in an attempt to dodge it, and to my amusement it pinned the leg of his pants to the cushion.
"Are you CRAZY?!" He exclaimed, unsheathing the knife from its...pillowy holder.
"Only always!" I laughed, "Now grab the knife and come with me." I tossed the gun in his lap and he stood, wobbly.
"Where are we going?"
"Gotham drugstore of course, to get your weakling medicine. And to get me some new cards!" I clapped my hands together and he glanced at the piles and piles of cards laying all over the floor.
"I think you have enough..." He hid a snicker with a well timed cough.
"Yea, yea, but I'm running out of Jokers!" I exclaimed happy, leaping into the air with ease.
"Ok. So we're...stealing them?" Layne shook his already pounding head.
Silly boy.
"Well yeah, do you think I keep MONEY around here?!"
He moaned in pain again and droned, "Well no, but..." I cut him off and dragged him out the door with me.
"Gooood, your learning. Now can you drive?"
"Noooo..."
"Oopsie! Well I guess you gotta learn sometime! Dontcha?" I laughed merrily, and his protests of "but my head..." and "I don't know about this..." were completely lost on me in spiraling merry-go-round of enjoyment.
