He's woozy, drugged, beaten up, in blinding pain, and with both legs useless. He's bitten through his lip while trying to hold back any sound, and the blood is running down his chin. So he doesn't see the big guy burst in amidst the chaos, and he only notices the girl from before when she's already getting his snapped leg out of the bonds. Despite all that, there's still one thing blaring in his mind. This is the Joker. And no matter what, he wasn't going to let that maniac get a hand on anyone he cared about.
So when Iota leans in to get him over her shoulder, he uses what little strength and focus he has left to pull the knife he'd been using to get out, on her. The tip of the knife is pressed against her skin where the carotid artery goes beneath and even with the mask it's clear he's somewhat delirious. But he has a goal in mind.
"Don't." He hisses the word out, teeth still clenched in pain. "Make...sure...you get...my..." Pause for a choking breath. "Colleague, out...first."
Because there was no way he was leaving Maria here to the clutches of the Joker alone.
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