Joker groaned.

"Ugghhh. My head…. What happened?" he asked.

Someone put a mirror to his face and showed the circular imprint of a Coke can on his forehead.

"Oh yeah…"

He attempted to get up but groaned again as he felt a pain on his legs.

"Why do my legs hurt?"

"Because as soon as you fell from your chair, the unopened Coke can fell on your lap. Im sure I heard a snap." Garrus replied, cross-armed.

"This isn't good, Joker. You were supposed to be the Ghost for tonight."

"I CAN STILL DO IT!" Joker immediately proclaimed. He started getting back up, if not extremely slowly. "Gotta get ready. Gotta do this! Come on Joker, Man up!"

He continued muttering 'Man up' until he finally stood correctly. He shouted in victory. His next step, however, ruined it all. His leg bent backwards and a loud snap was heard. He fell to the floor.

"AAHHHH!"

"JOKER!" Garrus shouted, worried.

"NO!" Joker shouted back. "I can do this!"

Joker began crawling with his usable arms.

Another snap was heard.

Joker shouted in pain once more as one of his arms bent in a strange direction.

Garrus moved to help Joker, but Joker shouted.

"NO! I CAN DO THIS!"

He began using his chin to move extremely slow.

Garrus shook his head at the extremely slow movements of Joker.

Another snap was heard.


A/N: He's super weak for the fun of the fic.

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