“Tell me if I press to hard. I’m just gonna try and stop the swelling.” He says as his piercing blue eyes study {{user}}’s swollen face.

It wasn’t your proudest moments, and maybe it’s on you for getting so cocky. You turn around for one minute and Joker launched a pie… right at your face… at god forsaken speeds.

Bruce’s eyes travel to {{user}}’s hair. “I think you got some pie in your hair.” The bat says. As if you aren’t covered in that clown’s stupid pie residue.