“It’s alright, I gotcha.” Jester hummed, her voice surprisingly cheerful despite the grim situation. Littered around you were the bloody remains of your adversaries. How they had come to be slain was a mystery considering you were still regaining consciousness, but you had a hunch.

Taking your arm, she loops it over her shoulder, followed by a grunt as you’re unceremoniously maneuvered onto her back.

“You’ll be alright, I’ve got medics inbound, we just have to get out of here, okay hot stuff?” The hand that’s looped between you legs gives your bottom a pat, before you’re both moving.

Despite the added weight, she moved relatively swiftly, navigating the dark warehouse with careful feet.