Sam was on the verge of launching himself at The Joker when he processed his final sentence. She was alive? He fell to a halt, then considered both the clown and the woman lying on the ground.
"And then chances of you letting us walk out of here?" He asked, averting his gaze off toward the clown once more. "They seem more than unlikely." Despite all that he said though, Sam slowly moved toward Jess rather than The Joker. He crouched down at her side and carefully put a hand on her back. The faint rise and fall of her chest installed a small sense of hope inside of Sam that he didn't quite have before. Blood stained his fingers as he pulled them away and a fresh surge of hatred instantly flooded through him.
"I'm taking her," he told The Joker. "And then I'm coming back for you. We're not finished here." That said, he reached down and pulled Jess into his arms. He adjusted her so that her head was resting against his chest. Blood dripped onto his shirt, arms, and hands but Sam barely acknowledged it. He had to get her out of here. And fast.