JOKER.
“ WHAT HAVE I told you about getting involved ? “
Flares of anger consume her like fire, engulfed as she is in her ire. Joker is, and always would be, the worst and best thing she’s ever had to protect. Best, because it’s him and in some secret part of her heart, she knows she cares more than she lets on. Worst, because he wants to die despite empolying her for the opposite.
She has rounded on him the moment they’re alone in his office; predictably, someone had come to ask him about business related matters, and Styx, being looked over by the Doctor could only seethe in reply to his calm. It’s like he hadn’t almost died.
And now they’re gone, she’s angry.
“ do you not want me around anymore ? “















