They returned to the penthouse. Ivy and Harley went their own ways. Frost and Ace carry the Joker to the lab as Jester follows. Jester goes to the medicine cabinet and draws Narcan into a syringe. The Joker is dropped into a chair, causing him to wearily open his eyes. Jester kneels before him.
A faint smile comes to the Joker's face as his slitted eyes fall on his twin. "Mmmm, we could have been such great friends if we grew up together. We could have gained so much by being on the same page."
Jester glances at the syringe in his hand and nods, "I know J."
"And maybe...we wouldn't be fighting..." The Joker mumbles, his head starting to slowly drop. He forces it back up and fights to reopen his eyes. "Please...don't give me that shot. Don't pull me back. Not yet. I promise, no more outbursts tonight."
Jester takes his brothers arm and pushes up his sleeves, "You'll thank me for it later," he tells him.
The Joker tries to pull his arm back. "If you bring me back now, there's definitely an outburst coming."
Jester sighs, "J, that's addiction talking."
"The fuck it is," he weakly says, "I've never been addicted to heroin."
"J, I'm tired. I don't feel like explains addiction to you right now. Just trust me please. Just let me give you the damn shot and we'll all go to bed." He grabs his arm and quickly injects him since he already knows exactly where his vein is.
The Joker just stares at Jester, "You're going to wish you hadn't done that."
"Whatever," Jester says and rises to his feet. He leaves and within thirty minutes is sound asleep.
But the Joker is wide awake. His high was stolen and reality came crashing down on him hard. But instead of making him angry, he only felt depressed. He just wanted to be alone. Everyone in his home was someone he simply didn't want to see right now. Not even Lucy. So he got up and quietly left.
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Meanwhile, in a dorm room at Gotham City University...
A student sits on her bed thumbing through a chemistry book. She's been staring at it so long that the equations were starting to all blur together. With a sigh, she lays the book aside and takes off her glasses. Her hand reaches out and picks up her phone. She thumbs through all her social media profiles. A picture of the Joker scrolls onto her screen, causing her to sit up straighter.
The post read, "I just saw the Joker walk into this diner!!!"
She didn't recognized the place. But she could clearly read the street sign on the corner. She stands and crosses over to the city nap pinned on her dorm room wall. She finds it. She could get there in fifteen minutes at this hour. So she quickly rushes out her door.
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The Joker sits in a dark corner of an empty 24 hour bar, shaking off the rain and cold. The owner of the place kept one of his many safes in the city. So by all rights, I guess you could say that it was the Joker's diner. And all he wanted was to sit alone and brood. To wallow in his own misery. And maybe to have a slice of pie. The sugar would help metabolize the remnants of the heroin in his system. Narcan only works for a short while. It blocks the high, so when it wears off you find yourself coming down all over again.
So he orders himself a slice and pokes at it with his fork, disinterested. He hears the bell on the door and glances up. A young woman approached the bar and sits down. Rain dripped from the tips of her hair.
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