"Broke my wing," Joker says, because that's always a comforting thing to tell your boyfriend. Now that they're able to get a little bit of calm, it might be easier to notice the tender way one of his wings sticks close to his back but isn't quite able to fold right- there, near the base. "I think I could help it heal, a little bit, if I could just get a half a second ta myself and set it, but..." He tries to shrug. Mostly, he's been ignoring it as best he can.

Which has made running away a little harder than usual, but, well. It's happening. It's not like he has a choice, if he wants to stay alive.

"Besides, there's worse."