A/N: Thanks to whoever read Chapter 1 and much thanks to JokerKid988 for this one!

JOKER

Anarchy In Gotham

By

Predy96

CHAPTER 2

(suggested by JokerKid988)

The green-haired psychopath sat back in his prison cell, located deep below Arkham. His face was in shadow, and a maniacal grin was etched on his features. His face was painted stark white, and his lips were painted in blood. The maniac licked his lips, savoring the plasmatic taste. The man chuckled darkly, his insane grin growing even wider, pulling his wounds taut. They seriously thought that they could contain him?! THE IDEA WAS LAUGHABLE! He let loose a high pitched cackle, his body racking with hysteria. He slapped his knee, still howling with laughter, though there was nothing funny to laugh about. Eventually, he settled down, and leaned back, putting his fingers together. He stretched his long legs out, grinning still. It was time to wait.

Several hours passed. A dark shape approached his cell. It was a guard, a rookie by the looks of it. He slid the key card into the slot and entered. He looked terrified. He should be. The rookie held a plate of food.

"Y-You stay there!" he stammered. Joker didn't say a word.

The rookie made the mistake of turning around, revealing his weapon. Joker made his move, leaping up and crossing the cell in two strides. He grabbed the rookie's neck and wrenched his head back.

"Thanks for the visit, PAL!" he said, and howled in crazed laughter. He slammed the guard's head into the concrete wall, relishing his cry of pain, and promptly snapped his neck. Joker tossed the body on the floor, screaming in laughter. He grabbed his gun and walked out of his cell, free. Well, not completely. First he had to break out of this hell. He checked the rounds while walking out of the cell. Good, they were all there.

Oh, the fun he would have tonight!

He reached the elevator, slightly disappointed that he had not encountered anybody on his way there. He smashed in the card reader and the doors opened almost immediately. A cheerful ding greeted him, along with two guards, who looked surprised, then horrified when they realized who was facing them. The 6 ½ foot tall maniac whooped in laughter as he shot the two men to pieces. He whacked the first guard in the face, then slammed his knee into his gut, before decorating the wall of the lift with his grey matter. Then, he turned to the dying companion, who slid down the wall. Joker crossed over to him, and knelt, grinning in his disturbed way. He got up close to the man, his long nose barely touching his. He licked his chops, chuckling murderously.

"I'm sorry. I don't believe I received an invite to your little hoop la of a party!"

He cackled in delight at his joke, and released a round into the guard's forehead. He instantly stopped laughing, and looked in surprise at the dead man. Then laughed again.

He grabbed the body and tossed it across the lift, whooping and hollering. Blood splattered the walls and collected in pools on the floor. The lift doors opened and presented him to a group of more guards. They collectively gasped in horror at the sight they beheld: Joker, hunched over slightly, hands by his sides, holding a large pistol, with a bloodbath behind him.

"Hello, boys! Let's party!" he shouted, emptying rounds into several guards. He grabbed another gun, an automatic pistol and sprayed the place with bullets. Soon, every guard in the room was dead or dying. They never knew what hit them. Joker again went into a cackling frenzy as he sauntered out of the room.

This was just too much fun!

Before he reached the second lift, he stopped beside a set of drawers. Not caring what was inside, he wrenched it open, tossing the contents askew. Paper, pens, pencils, and the like scattered out, along with… a knife. Not just any knife, though. A switchblade. Joker knelt, and picked up the tiny weapon, grinning sadistically.

Now the fun could really begin.

The psychotic murderer calmly exited the room, whistling a tune.

Joker held the detonator, screaming in laughter, as the citizens tried to flee the hospital. Staff evacuated the sick as he calmly sauntered his way through the large automatic glass doors. The sun shone brightly in the sky today. Perfect for a completely unnecessary explosion! Jolly good show!

He pressed the button.

Nothing happened. Curious, he turned around, pointing the switch at the building, and pressed it again. Still nothing. Beginning to get angry, he tossed it on the ground, and stomped on it. The building collapsed as a series of gigantic fireballs shot through the air, throwing rubble and debris all over the place. Joker stumbled back, cheering and whooping at the sight. He fell over, cackling in delight as the hospital exploded. Burn! Burn! Burn, baby, burn!

It was over just as quickly as it had begun. The freak picked himself up, dusting off the stolen nurse's uniform. He turned around to face the chaos he had created, delighted by the results. Fires were spread all over the place, and the hospital was but a shell of the original building. Thick black smoke rose in billowing columns from the debris.

"What a picturesque scene! I do believe I've outdone myself!" Joker lauded. He kicked some rubble in malicious delight, and walked off.

Joker cackled as the bullets whizzed by his head. He whipped out his pistols and shot round after round at the guards, not caring who got hit. Eventually, blood ran in rivers across the floor, and streamed down the now shot up walls. He was about to kick the door in, when a hand grabbed his pants leg. He looked down to see a middle-aged guard. He spit up blood. Joker paused and then grabbed the man with inhuman speed, and ran him up against the wall with brute strength. Joker got very close to the terrified man.

"Man, oh man! You guys just don't know when you've lost!" Joker cackled. The guard weakly spit blood on his face. This only made Joker howl in delight. Suddenly, the switchblade was against the guard's mouth.

"You wanna know how I got these scars?" he growled sadistically. "You remind me of my grandfather. My grandfather was a prick!"

He slipped the blade into the man's mouth.

"One day, my grandfather was pissed off. I was the only one around, so he went at me. He had a steak knife and we went 'Why the frown? Let's put a smile on that face!' So, he grabbed me, and put the knife to my cheek. 'No need to frown! Let's put a smile on that face!' He stuck the blade in and said 'Be happy! Put a smile on that face!'"

Joker cocked his head.

"So, why the long face? Let's put a smile on that face!"

A/N: So that's Chapter 2. Please, leave a review. I don't care if its harsh or nice. Just tell me what you guys thought. Also, leave ideas for a new story if you want to.