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“And you truly think this man could make a difference?”
“I think so,” Joker responded with a flick of his wrist. He looked up at the Hands with a steady gaze and a small smirk. “He’s learned a lot, and I think he could help people here.”
Crazy Hand just responded with maniacal laughter. Joker was already used to that, but was incredibly unnerved about how much it sounded like Akechi’s laugh. He shot a nervous glance at the twitching hand before looking back to Master Hand.
“I’m seriously amazed you didn’t consider it before,” Joker continued. “You have a lot of ticking time bombs here. It might help make the fights more fun if everyone’s not two seconds from losing it.”
“Hmm ...”
Joker waited impatiently for Master Hand to actually say something of merit. Eventually, Master Hand gave Joker a thumbs-up.
“I will send this counselor an invitation, then,” he boomed throughout Final Destination. It made Joker’s ears ring. “We will surely work something out.”
“Great.” Joker nodded in approval. “I’ll be sure to show him around when he gets here.”
“See that you do. For now, b--”
“How are you going to reach him without knowing him?” Joker asked with a quirk of his brow.
Master Hand remained silent, but he didn’t kick out Joker immediately. So, he had seen reason. Joker bit his tongue to not laugh outright, and then strode up to the only sane hand in the area to give him the contact details.
Hopefully this wouldn’t backfire terribly. But considering how much this man had grown, Joker was sure that it wouldn’t. Anyone could turn over a new leaf -- anyone. And Maruki was no exception.
Time for him to show what he was made of.