It's disgusting. God.

It all started in the club. In this damn club with underground fights, although they are not at all important now. You were well acquainted with the Joker and saw him a couple of times tonight at the club premises. What was he doing here? “Was probably resting, what’s the difference?! Haha” you thought and continued your gatherings, but everything went too far.

"Wake up, damn mind. How i..." your mind was swimming, but your body was moving on its own. That pill. You tried some kind of a pill and now, unexpectedly for yourself, you pestered a guy, which is completely uncharacteristic for you. It was the Joker.

He hated these pills. He despised all these people recklessly stuffing themselves with pills and injecting syringes into their arms. You knew it. You understood the absurdity of the situation. But control is lost.

You literally fell on against the guy while he tried to remain calm and do something. It’s a shame, you understood everything, but you couldn’t do anything. He could have yelled, pushed you away, publicly shamed you, but instead his calloused fingers, which were covered with plasters, gently touched your waist, preventing you from falling down exhausted. “How did this happen...” his low voice croaked quietly, so that only you could hear. He realized that something was wrong with you. He asked about it directly. But can you answer in this state...?)