I'll probably continue this. who knows. just know that he's Not Dead and just a tired boy because that happens when you almost die, turn yourself psychotic, and almost die again.
“You guys are all about doing things for others, aren’t you?” The fish-eyed version of Akechi was even more painfully smug than the real one. That wasn’t hard to be when the real one was keeled over in pain, but details, details.
It was getting tiring to keep listening to those two monologue back and forth at each other. Akechi really had a penchant for doing that, didn’t he?
Joker had drowned out their rambling by now, too frustrated to keep his head level. Sure, Akechi wasn’t a good guy, but who was? The Thieves certainly weren’t in an optimal position to judge another teenager broken down by society.
Besides, if there was one thing Akechi was, it was a teammate. Maybe Joker was a bit naïve in his thinking, but no matter how much Akechi had done, he couldn’t quite find it in himself to stop thinking of him as an ally. Maybe even a friend.
And nobody messed with Joker’s friends.
Joker whipped out his gun, startling just about everyone present as he locked on to the cognitive version of Akechi and fired. The aforementioned version of Akechi also fired in a panic, before immediately being ripped through the torso by three consecutive bullets and dissipating into dust. The real Akechi, having been startled by the sudden interruption, had stumbled back and fallen against the wall, barely dodging being grazed by the bullet fired at him.
Immediately, the shadows in the background leaped forward, only to have the remains of Joker’s clip emptied into their heads. They fell back momentarily, long enough for Joker to issue orders to the others.
“Skull, Fox, Queen, take care of the shadows. Mona, Oracle, with me. Panther and Noir, give the others backup if they need it.” He quickly rattled off instructions, and the thieves in question ran to their positions. Joker ran over to the downed Akechi, followed in suit by Mona and Oracle.
“What are you…” Akechi tried to speak up, interject and push the thieves away, but his voice was quickly drowned out by Joker talking to the others. He sighed, letting himself slide further down the wall in resignation. He hadn’t even caught what Joker had said, despite his voice being completely overshadowed by him.
It wasn’t hard to figure out, though. The cat was the team’s designated healer. It was almost laughable, really, their insistence to help him, even with how horribly he’d tried to foil them.
He felt the surge of energy that came from being on the receiving end of a particularly strong healing spell. He hadn’t noticed how hazy his head was until the sudden rejuvenation hit him, lifting at least some of the fog from his thoughts. The others had already dispatched the shadows that had been there to deter the others from attacking. Some deterrence.
He tried to push himself up and off the wall, before grunting in pain and leaning back again. Even if the Metaverse worked in mysterious ways, what certainly wasn’t mysterious was the probably-broken ribs he’d be toting around. It wasn’t too much of a surprise, considering just how thorough the beating he had taken was. That was sure to stick with him back to the real world.
After a moment, he realized he was on the floor. Oh. He’d fallen. There were voices speaking. They’d been speaking while he tried to push himself up, too. Hadn’t he noticed them? That wasn’t important. The floor was surprisingly cold. It was a welcome relief from the burning of his wounds. Maybe he’d just. Lay here, for a while. That sounded nice. Why were the others so worried? He was fine. Everything was fine.
Canon? idk her sorry