"Oh, shit. He's actually... oh fuck." The Joker was dead? Jonathan killed the Joker? That was unexpected. What the--

"Urghhhh. Not-- Not yet. Sorry, boys and ghouls." The Joker laughed very weakly and then coughed out blood violently down himself. He lifted his head up and looked at Edward. He didn't look scared or really pained. His eyes were lit up with a strange sort of mirth. "I was going to get my sweetheart and Spooky ripped me a new one... Now that's funny."

"Bad! Bad... so bad... frumious Bandersnatch."

Harvey unzipped the top part of his Arkham uniform, tossing it to Edward. Eh, he had his tank top underneath. "Try and stop the bleeding or he'll never make it."

"The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!"

"Where was Jon going. Left or right from here? Did you or the clown see?" Harvey was just trying to get some sense here. Jervis shook his head.

"He's stealin' my boy, Eddie." Joker slurred as he leaned forward suddenly and propped his head against Edward's shoulder.