Gideon and Ilona decided it would be a great idea to force you and Joker into a dentist’s chair, lining your teeth with silver brackets. Joker’s somewhere in a supply closet taking advantage of ice cream—not out of the ordinary—and Ilona’s nowhere to be seen. What a coincidence.

You walk through the door of you and Mitchell’s shared quarters, finding him standing around with a small smoothie. Silently, he shoves it into your hands, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“How’re you feeling?”