Rogues' Group Chat

Chapter 10

[BeNimble]: Does anyone know how to wrap a bandage so it stays on?

[TheRealGreatestShowman]: Why do u need to no?

[BeNimble]: I may have been aggressively poked with a knife.

[SoftPaws]: You were stabbed?!

[BeNimble]: No, no. I was aggressively poked with a knife.

[SphinxyAndIKnowIt]: That is the exact same thing where the hell are you I'll come pick you uo

[BeNimble]: near Crocs place

[SphinxyAndIKnowIt]: You're in the sewer?!

--no response--

[SphinxyAndIKnowIt]: Hello?

[SphinxyAndIKnowIt]: Joker?

--some time later--

[DiamondsAre4ever]: Has anyone found him yet??!

[Vicnora4ever]: No.

[Vicnora4ever]: I have checked fifteen different shoe stores in case he was talking about that sort of croc. No luck, will keep searching.

[SomeSeriousScythe]: He isn't by the university.

[TheRealGreatestShowman]: Arkham doesn't have him.

[SphinxyAndIKnowIt]: Neither do the bats.

[$Cobblepot$]: No luck either, I'm afraid.

[WonderlandRulesOzDrools]: dOn'T worRY, HaRleY. ThE kNavE WilL bE OKaY.

[GaiasHerald]: Yeah, Harls. This is probably some dumb prank.

[GeminiB'llsh't]: BBH -- if it is, we're gonna make that clown wish it wasn't. HD -- please let it be a dumb prank.

[SoftPaws]: Keep looking, everyone. We'll find him eventually.

[Krok]: Found him. Taking him to hospital.

[DiamondsAre4ever]: CROC YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING YOU ABSOLUTE ANGEL

[SphinxyAndIKnowIt]: Which hospital?

[Krok]: Gotham Main

[SomeSeriousScythe]: We're on our way.

[Vicnora4ever]: :)

[GeminiB'llsh't]: Thank God

[WonderlandRulesOzDrools]: He'S aLrIgHt!!!

[SoftPaws]: That clown is going to be the end of me.

[GaiasHerald]: Great, now Harley can stop panicking.

[$Cobblepot$]: A glad-you-are-not-dead celebration will be held in the Lounge next Friday, provided Joker is well enough and not in Arkham.

[TheRealGreatestShowman]: Oh, if he's in Arkham by then, I'm busting him out.

--some time later--

[BeNimble]: Just read all the messages from after I black out.

[BeNimble]: you guys, I think I'm gonna cry