There was loud buzzing noise followed by the familiar voice of Dr. Bartholomew bursting over the intercom. "ATTENTION ARKHAM INMATES! PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE OUTSIDE COURTYARD IN AN ORDERLY FASHION!"

Scarface looked up at Ventriloquist as they were leaving their cell. "Whattdaya' think he wants this time?"

"Maybe it's just another announcement?"

"Out in the flippin' courtyard Dummy?!"

"I-I'm sorry, "

"Hurray up Arnold!" A guard pushed him along into the line of inmates leaving the building.

Arriving in the courtyard, the inmates looked up to see…a frickin' playground, with swings and slides and all that shit.

"What…the actual f***…is this…" Two-Face stood, a mix of disgust and shock on his face…well faces.

"Good morning everybody." Dr. Bartholomew turned the corner, a gentle smile on his face. "Since we've gotten so much donation from Bruce Wayne-"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! BRUCE WAYNE!" The crowd cheered.

"AHEM! Since he donated so much money we have to spend it all because the mayor said if we don't, it would be a waste... I don't know what the mayor was thinking… so now let me show you, to the new playground!"

There was silence…off in the back of the crowd there was a faint cough, followed by another long pause, before the doctor spoke up again.

"We got this thing because it's good with therapy? And you need to exercise more." Dr. Bartholomew gestured to the less fit inmates, aka Jonathan.

The inmates paused and started walking over to the playground.

"I DIBS THE SWINGS!" Jervis pushed through the crowd, jumping up onto the swing seat.

"I DIBS THE SLIDE!" Harley ran, belly flopping on the end of the slide.

"ROCKS!" Croc threw the others out of his way, sprinting to a pile of rocks.

Edward pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "(Sigh)…Remember when we used to have goals?"

"Yeah…Basketball goals" Poison Ivy glanced over at the spot where the basketball goals used to stand. It had almost been a whole week since the Joker escaped; it was one warm summer's day when the he had climbed up the goal, sat in the basket-net, and had it blast into the air like a rocket with the Joker's theme music playing in the background. DunananaNananaNana. Sort of like his escape with the Christmas tree.

"Yeah" Edward let out an exasperated sigh.

"Well who cares." Jonathan walked past the two. "The Scarecrow is certainty not going to play on any sort of playground, EVER!" He opened the door to the building, unfortunately for him, there stood a guard with a tranquilizer gun.

"Go back outside to play Mr. Crane."

"YOU!" He pointed an accusatory finger at guard's face. "You don't know who your dealing with! I am the Scarecrow! The god of fear!"

"Mr. Crane we've been over this a thousand times-"

"HROO HRAA! FEAR ME!" He hopped from leg to leg twiddling his fingers in the air.

The guard, fed up with this, aimed and readied his gun.

"FINE! You don't have to tell me twice." Jonathan flipped his hair and turned back strutting away.

"I don't get paid enough for this" the guard quietly said to himself, watching 'the god of fear' saunter back to the playground.

"GOSH! I can't believe they're forcing us to play on a stupid playground!" Jon leaned up against the swing set complaining to Jervis.

"Aw c'mon, they're not forcing us."

At that very same moment, the Riddler was hiding underneath of the slide trying to stay in the shade.

"Edward." Dr. Bartholomew lowered his sunglasses. "Shouldn't you be playing with your friends, and not just sitting alone in the shade?"

"Sir, it's about ninety degrees out here; Victor melted again."

"Well are you going to melt?"

"No, but it's rather hot outside."

"Are you melting?"

"No…"

"See? Why don't you just go off and use the monkey bars?"

Eddy sighed and lifted himself up.

"You know I'm only doing what's best for you."

"Yeah? And you spent a good 68 thousand, at least, on a playground?" The Riddler gestured around him.

"You don't understand…it was mostly the mayor's decision…" Bartholomew gazed at the sky as we drift in to a flashback.

(A couple weeks ago, right after the Joker had escaped.)

The mayor sat in his office, where he would usually sat seeing as it was his office. Dr. Bartholomew was told to have a meeting with him, and so the mayor sat staring at the door waiting for Bartholomew to get there. The door slowly creaked open.

The mayor straitened his tie. "Bart, why don't you take a seat?"

"Yes sir, of course." He sat down in the chair across from the desk.

"Now Bart, I've heard about the donations to the asylum, courtesy Bruce Wayne."

"Yes?"

"Well Bruce Wayne is a very important man."

"And?"

" And it would be awful if you were letting his generous donations go to waste."

"No sir! We would never think about doing that!"

"Yes, but what are you actually using the money for?"

"Well first of all we put the inmates back in their own cells instead of two per cell; back then we couldn't afford the extra plumbing, electricity, heat, and other such things in a one-person cell."

"Secondly?"

"Secondly we got better clothes, food and medicine for the inmates."

"Thirdly?"

"Thirdly…" He paused awardly, "…We don't know what to do…Bruce Wayne gave us a little too much money…"

"See? This is why I called you here today. If you don't actually use the funds Bruce Wayne gives you, then I don't see a reason why the city should still have to pay such a large salary for the place."

"It's just a large donation sir, it's not like we're wasting tax money."

"But if you're wasting donations, then wouldn't you technically waste the money the city gives to you?"

"Uh..."

"Your wasting money Bart, and not just any money, Bruce Wayne's money."

"BUT WE DIDN'T WASTE IT!" He leaped up from his seat.

"Then what did you spend it on?"

"A playground!"

"A playground?" The mayor tilted his head slightly to the side.

"Yeah…Since the Joker took the basketball goals, the poor inmates really have nothing to do outside, and a playground would be the best thing to help them have fun and exercise."

"A playground for mentally disturbed adults?"

"Yep."

"Hmmm…I LIKE IT!" The mayor stood up and came over shaking the doctor's hand. "You're a genius doctor!"

"I certainly am!"

(Back to the present.)

"Oh don't you mind what we spend the money on Edward."

"Fine I won't, but I am not going to play on the monkey bars…I'd much rather play on the swings, but as you can see Jervis has already taken that away from me."

"It's not like I can just give it to you, you'll need to just ask him politely."

"Politely?! He put a mind control devise on me and made me clean his shoes, hat, toothbrush-"

"Now Edward, you do know that's just the way Jervis makes friends." Bartholomew's voice was very calm, but it was that sort of annoying calm. "He's still mentally six years old you know?"

"Mentally SIX!" Eddie was about to continue, but was interrupted by an abrupt cough heard in the background.

"EDDIE BOO!" Jervis waved his hand in the air. "I HOPE YOU WOULDN'T MIND THAT I SLIPPED ANOTHER MIND CONTROL CHIP ON YOU!"

Edward stood in shock while the doctor laughed. "Ahahah, that's Jervis for ya; always kidding around."

Once Bartholomew glanced away Jervis gave Edward a very sinister grin and returned talking to Jonathan. "Ok Jon, so what was that escape plan you mentioned?"