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tntandgasolineThe Joker wasn't in a pleasant mood. He hadn't been for a few days, now - the stitches itched and were irritating him beyond belief. Not to mention the fact that cleaning them took too much time.
He'd heard Crane come back sometime before and, assuming that the other had nothing better to do - he was, after all, holding up a conversation with several people on the community, right? - he figured the other could help him out.
He hunted down the room the doctor was hiding in and kicked the door open with a petulant expression on his face, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed.
"You need to fix me."
He'd heard Crane come back sometime before and, assuming that the other had nothing better to do - he was, after all, holding up a conversation with several people on the community, right? - he figured the other could help him out.
He hunted down the room the doctor was hiding in and kicked the door open with a petulant expression on his face, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed.
"You need to fix me."
