Things are bad. The place is on fire, and everything is disorienting. The Joker, or the impostor more likely, is gone. Tomas considers trying to give chase, but discards the idea quickly and heads for the fallen person. He hefts the figure up, finding them a lot lighter than he'd expect Batman to be.
No time to consider that now. Hefting the figure over his shoulder, he barrels through the smoke and chaos towards the sound of the voice, figuring if someone is just breaking in, there's likely less fire that way.
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