[Joker suddenly cuts himself off, a hand rising to his head as he winces in pain. His voice (your voice) echoes in your mind, but there's a weight to it that threatens to crush you beneath it. It doesn't just sound in your mind - but in all of your minds.]
Get out of my head!
[The voice is yours. Or is it? There's something there that isn't yours, that is distinctly different and out of place, though it's hard to focus on anything when that thought eclipses everything else.
It's so bad that for a moment, your vision fades to white. You can't see or feel anything.
But then you blink and the world comes back into view as it should.]
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[Joker suddenly cuts himself off, a hand rising to his head as he winces in pain. His voice (your voice) echoes in your mind, but there's a weight to it that threatens to crush you beneath it. It doesn't just sound in your mind - but in all of your minds.]
Get out of my head!
[The voice is yours. Or is it? There's something there that isn't yours, that is distinctly different and out of place, though it's hard to focus on anything when that thought eclipses everything else.
It's so bad that for a moment, your vision fades to white. You can't see or feel anything.
But then you blink and the world comes back into view as it should.]