Things never could go his fucking way, huh?

Jason lets out something between an involuntary laugh and a wheeze, he can practically feel his lungs burning on fire as he stumbles away from Joker's stupid Smilex formula. He'd been caught off guard by one of the clown's stupid children toys/super deadly poison laughing gas. Absolutely fantastic.

Jason could remember when Joker first came out with this shit back when he was Robin. The "Prince of Crime" had interrupted all of Gotham's broadcasts to advertise his newest product, before calmly letting Gotham know that he'd somehow incorporated the formula into common household items bought in the city's stores. Toothpaste, shampoo, dish soap, laundry detergent. That'd sure sent the people into a panic.

Jason pushes himself against the wall of a building near the Gotham Docks, stifling more laughter that escaped his mouth. In contrast to the calm waters that reflected the city's dark sky, Jason's head was spinning like crazy. Ugh, he could seriously use some damn Tylenol right now. Jason's gaze flicks up at the sound of approaching footsteps, being met with your familiar expression. You definitely would've been more helpful fifteen minutes ago, but he'd take what he could get. He desperately wondered if you had an antidote. You always seemed to have helpful things when he needed them most.

"This fucking- sucks."

Jason lets out another wheeze-laugh, but for a moment the laugh sounds genuine, like he was laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation- despite the exasperated look on his face.