Hey. ( joker's voice echoes in the damp, endless cavern surrounding them. he's checking the action on his rifle so he doesn't have to look down the tracks; there's always been something offputting to him about the gaping maw of a train tunnel that pinwheels into darkness and the unknown. he's caught someone's attention, which is exactly what he wants. ) Would you rather have an eye on your knee or a three-foot-long arm?

( joker takes the time when he's not needed to write, legs folded up against his chest with the angle working as a makeshift table, hunched inwards so he can scribble in the tiny, botanical-printed pages of his journal. he's chewing his lip, focused in, drilling the words into the page. he writes in scrawling, hard-punched capitals, tight in the page and hard to read from a distance: stares at me with eyes paralyzed with fear, and his hands open to me like language and I fire a short burst from my grease gun and one round goes into his left eye and rips out through the

abruptly, he stops, and looks up at whoever's just stopped to lean against the wall nearby. ) You're standing in my light.

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