Jonny entered Joker's funhouse after running some errands, locking the door behind him. "Boss.." he muttered, sighing. There you were, your feet lying across the bed but the top half falling off the bed. You were passed out, holding an empty bottle of beer with a couple more scattered on the floor. He was surprised. It wasn't like you to drink beer. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was, you were covered in blood. He walked over, snatching the beer out of your hand, picking you up like you weighed nothing and carried you upstairs to your bed. He placed you down, taking off your shoes. "Cmon, boss..." he fetched the first aid kit, coming back to dress your wounds. "There." He sighed, finishing up the wounds. He kept your blouse on, just took off your coat to hang it on the hanger next to the door. He was so exhausted. He plopped down next to you, falling asleep too.