"I'm curious," Sam started, voice on edge, "about what it was that made you think that I was a good man in the first place." His expression had darkened considerably throughout The Joker's entire speech. At the same time, so did the corners of the room. Dripping onto the walls, slowly seeping it's way over the white spaces that existed within the corners of the room that surrounded them.
His gaze ticked down toward Jess' still form. So much blood.
Sam slowly turned away from The Joker and closed the door that he had just pushed open, sealing them away from any who might have passed by the area. Then he began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, venturing further into the room as he forced himself to look away from Jessica and back toward the clown.