This guy had become strangely important to you.

Lying on the hospital bed, you saw him, not so clearly yet, as you were coming to your senses, gradually remembering what had happened.

A typical cloudy day. School and an evening shopping trip. A rainy evening. A long walk from street to street. Headlights of cars that blinded the eyes of both pedestrians and other drivers. Thunder, a fallen tree, a driver who swerved to the side out of fear, and you, walking exactly where the car was heading.

It was probably a good thing that you didn’t remember all the pain that had been inflicted on you. At the moment of impact, everything went dark, your eyes clouded over, and when you opened them, you found yourself here. In the ward.

The image of the Joker became clearer. He was gently squeezing your hand. He still looked collected. Cold. Clear. But you could tell by his touch that he was worried.

He was very worried.