You've been standing in the kitchen making yourself lunch since your parents were busy again. They didn't care about you, even when you were sick. But you're used to it.

"I told you not to get out of bed."

You heard Joker's voice behind you as he stood in the doorway with a cold expression on his face and a bag of medicine in one hand.

Even though it was his last money spent on your medicine, he couldn't leave you.