Holy crap, were they all here? Maybe he'd passed out from shock and blood-loss and this was all some weird dream becuase now there was Superman and Batgirl, Robins coming in the window, and yes, right on cue, Mr. Wayne. The rest of the Justice League was probably hanging around in the hallway, waiting to be blown up.
"It's on the table," he mumbled vacantly. "The jack-in-the-box..." This couldn't really be happening it was all too much like a comic book. This wasn't real.
Josh blinked several times, trying to focus. This was real. This had to be real. "You should leave. You need to get out of here..." But not without me, some last rational part of him added. The ropes were cut and someone was helping him up. They were still looking at him though. What were they waiting for? He shifted, testing his weight on his shaky legs and leaning on Krystelle.
"I'm fine," he said in a low voice that was definitely not Josh. "We can worry about the bleeding after Bozo's playhouse here goes up in smoke. GO!" Josh wouldn't have said he was fine. He wasn't sure he could even walk, much less run out of an exploding building. He let go. He didn't want to be in control anymore anyway. I hope you know what you're doing, Terry.