[Joker has the NV set up in front of him and is sitting against a dumpster in an alleyway somewhere. Blood is caked to his face and hair, his clothes are disheveled and his neck is bruised, as if he's been strangled
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[He sits back and loosens his string tie, then unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt, trying to get some of the fabric away from his throat. The memory of being strangled is far too recent. Once he does this, he can't help blowing out a breath...then smile]
Didn't break any of my ribs this time, though. He must be getting soft with age.
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[He giggles but the giggles subside fairly quickly and he reaches up to rub his shoulder]
Who am I talking to?
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[She shakes her head.]
It's Re-l.
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The beasties probably thought I was dead. I know I did.
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Didn't break any of my ribs this time, though. He must be getting soft with age.
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