Jake's hysterical laughter filled the halls of Intensive Treatment at Arkham Asylum as his digital clock on the floor read midnight. He inhaled deeply, taking in the cool, moist air that filled the building. He exhaled rapidly, with his screeching laughter, for he had a plan that the guards would be dying to hear. The insomniac's laughter awoke the cellblock, causing a guard to call attention to this and strolled down to his cell.
"Shut up!" His baton hit the cells bars with great force as a snarl was held on his face. This guard had had it up to his neck in this maniac's crap. "The other prisoners are trying to get some rest."
"Oh, boohoo, the others can't sleep, neither can I." He chuckled as he made a puppy dogface. "Can't you knock me out?" He looked at the guard. "Come on, I know you want to." The guard swung his baton at the cell bars and made the sharp sound again.
"Oh, yes I do, but I can control my urges, you freak." Jake smirked as his lips formed the words
'Bite me.' He chuckled as he bowed his head, smirking. "If you want me to sleep, then bring me some Nyquil." His voice stood still, no other tones but the one. The tone in his voice went dead serious, no more bull crap. He looked up at the guard, a stern look covering his once jokey face. The guard sighed and walked down the hall, reaching the supply closet in the hall. He unlocked the metal door and opened it. Grabbing the Nyquil, he shut the door and locked it back up. Pouring a small cup of it as he walked, he reached The Jester's cell.
"Here, take it." He opened the door hesitantly and stepped. With a devilish smirk, Jake rammed his head into the guard's stomach, standing up and kicking his face with his black Converse before undoing his straight jacket. He reached into his black dress coat and pulled out his signature guns, the Jack of Hearts and the Jack of Spades. He held the revolver and glock in both hands as he snuck out of the building. Once out, he was confronted by a guard. With a smirk he held his revolver up and shot an explosive round into the poor guard's head.
"Boom!" He laughed hysterically as he picked up his head and smirked. "Oh no, you really got me this time Jester, you were just to smart." He said, moving the head's lips. He dropped the head and kicked it across the yard. "Uh oh, looks like i need to go, sorry guys." He saluted the building as he walked off. he looked at the cop car, smirking as he opened the door.
Joy Ride! He yelled in his head as he jumped in.
"Crap, it won't start, wait, the keys!" he said as he rushed to hot wire the car. "Well, best bet to steal it." He adjusted the mirrors as backed up. The tires squealed as the car lurched forward with great speed. He switched on the radio and listened to the police reports as he drove through downtown Gotham and scoffed. "God i hate this channel." He turned the radio to a punk rock station and smiled as he skid to a stop in front of Gotham Museum of Art and History. "Now, for the goods, the Joker will soon be forgiving me."