Wash lets go of Yuuri and stands on his own. Kid Q is much better at comforting people; he lets her take the reins for now.

He thinks, for a moment, that they might be able to head back and start damage control, that maybe they could start to recover-

And then Yuuri's sobbing is interrupted by a slew of bad puns and the Joker's laugh, and the moment shatters.

Well. So much for that.

Wash's head snaps up, gaze unwavering and focused on the fridge. He walks towards it at a calm, measured pace, scooping up a piece of debris on the way that looks like it's about the same size and shape as the dislodged ice dispenser. He avoids Barry, walks around Dave's prone form, and drops to a knee next to the upturned fridge. For a very long moment, he just looks at the Joker, making unbroken eye contact with that sole eye.

"Show's over," he says flatly, and jams the debris into the hole with far more force than is strictly necessary. If he hits the Joker and the Joker loses that eye, so much the better.

He stands, then hooks his arms under Dave's and hauls the kid to his feet. They can't just give up. They still have a job to do.