Joker's Log
I feel like I'm moving at the pace of a snail. I started this plan so long ago, and now I feel as though I shall never complete it. I get this excessively large ankle bracelet off tomorrow and then I have to continue waiting to strike. My shipment of goodies doesn't come in for another month.
It's been so long since I've been out there. I'm not even sure I'm ready to be. Yes, I've spent the last six months preparing and planning, but does that mean I'm ready? I'm second guessing myself now. That therapist will definitely pay.
I'm so sick of her encouraging chats with me. It's exhausting to sit there and pretend I care. Now she's on this new kick to change all of Arkham into civilized humans. I don't imagine that one happening anytime soon, but who am I to burst her bubble. Though, that might actually be fun.
The Bat has been keeping up with his regular visits. He told me that after months he finally caught my imposter. Apparently, the guy was some whack job from an entirely different city. He said that the guy wanted to join my clown army. I don't have a clown army, but I'm starting to think that would be a great idea. Unfortunately, I have to come up with some really great way to kill the guy because he said that he was my biggest fan, and yet I sat in Arkham for how long while that madman ran around as me. That act will not go unpunished.
Back to the over bearing Batman. His visit with me last night was one I could have done without. Time with the Bat is fine. Time spent with the Bat's lackey, Nightwing, not so much. The entire time I was sitting there thinking his head should explode from lack of oxygen. The guy hardly takes a breather. No wonder the guy blacks out from a simple kick to the head; there's nothing up there to soften the blow. I wonder why he's in Gotham anyway. I thought he had a new city to talk to death.
That reminds me. I've been thinking on far too small of a scale. Now that my imposter problem has been dealt with, curtsy of the Bat, I can focus on something really big for the city. Question is where do you get that much pudding?
The End