As if on cue, Mr. Grin stood. His bruises had faded somewhat, and the hole the bullet had made in his shoulder wasn't bleeding. His left arm hung uselessly at his side, but his right arm was still fully functional, and had just put a knife through one of the officer's heads.
"Just needed to get my second wind." He said. He watched as the police fired at him. When they pulled the triggers, he had already dived behind the desk, and when they tried to get him there, he had rolled out the window.
"Ciao! Thanks, Joker! I'll catch you on the flipside!" He said, tipping his hat. The officer had left his car running. Dumbass. Mr. Grin decided it had been too long since he took a joyride.