Black hair, blue eyes, handsome features, a well-proportioned and muscular build, and intelligent eyes—those were the typical traits of Batman. The man across from him had to be Batman, or at least Bruce Wayne.
Joker felt as though he had woken up too violently and seen Batman grinning like a hippie.
The scream he had swallowed stuck in his throat like taffy, making Joker cough loudly several times.
Batman stared at him.
Joker wheezed and panted for quite a while before looking up at Batman and glaring. "What are you standing there for? Test my blood!"
Batman turned and walked toward the equipment.
But Joker shouted again, "Come back!"
Batman looked back at him. Joker pointed to the side. "Test his blood!"
"I didn't take anything!"
"I didn't fucking take anything either!"
The two turned their heads to glare at each other from opposite sides, their expressions astonishingly identical—How the fuck could you possibly not be high?!
Then they both turned back at the same time and glared at Batman.
Batman paused, but still walked over to the equipment, took another syringe, and drew Bruce's blood. Bruce looked at him with profound hurt and disbelief.
"The anesthetic Tim injected into you will remain partially in your bloodstream. I need to test your blood to make sure you can metabolize it within a safe timeframe."
"What did I say? What did I say?!" Joker immediately became smug, sticking his head through the bars and craning his neck to shout at Bruce across from him. "I told you you were high!"
Bruce clicked his tongue, shook his head, and said, "You don't understand pharmacology at all. Intravenous anesthetics don't contain hallucinogenic components. Even if my veins were eighty percent anesthetic right now, I still wouldn't be half as high as you, junkie!"