[Satisfied, and a bit unnerved at being satisfied, considering the last time he induced a heart attack. Glancing back to check on Jason though, yanking the ropes loose and dropping them, stretching the shiny thing he'd been holding between his hands--it's a wire saw.]
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[Fine, it's easier to redirect an impulse than resist it entirely, so he zaps again, more violently, but this time properly aimed at the Joker.]
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but the laugh doesn't seem to go away, imprinting on his brain.]
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Aren't ya supposed ta be good at lucid dreaming?