Joker approached your figure in the flames around your hunched, kneeled body. He frowned, putting his hands behind his back. He sighed, capturing your attention as expected.

He nodded, crouching down behind you. He clicked his tongue, taking in your disheveled appearance. "It's alright," He murmured, opening his arms. He cradled your head to his chest, looking around at the ablaze surrounding your figures. He looked at one of his goons, gesturing for him to get the car ready.