A maniacal laugh came from the dark corner of the room, causing everybody to shift uncomfortably, except of course the deranged woman he'd call 'girlfriend' from time to time, who leant against one of the dirty walls and watched the scene unfold with a grin on her face.

Anika's heartbeat started to quicken as she heard his footsteps get closer and closer to her, and prayed that some sort of noise would distract her from the scariness of the situation. She was never one to openly admit she found something scary, but when it came to the clown, there was something about him that would make her spine tingle. She'd better keep that to herself though.

A deep chuckle sounded, making her hold in a gasp as he stepped out of the shadows. She soaked in his appearance, his clown shoes falling apart, the small flower attached to his purple suit now dead, and his green hair fading, falling off.

But what caught her the most off guard was his face; his skin had started to peel off in some places, and he looked like he'd drop dead at any moment. But still, he wore the same sadistic smile she knew all too well.

"Anika, my dear! How are you?" He asked in a subtitle sarcastic tone, coughing slightly afterwards. His voice was croaky, and it sounded like he had to build up all his strength just to utter a single word.

When she didn't reply, his grin dropped for only a second, before rising up again. While they didn't know each other too well, Joker somehow seemed to know what buttons he'd have to push to get a reaction from just about anyone, and that observation proved correct when he opened his mouth to speak once again.

"You're not still mad about Arkham are you? That's a shame, I was hoping the party would have entertained the guests just as much as it entertained me!" As soon as he mentioned the incident, her mood decreased rapidly. She didn't enjoy discussing the traumatising events that took place in Arkham, especially not with him. He noticed her discomfort though, he always did, and his grin turned into a large smile, showing off his decaying teeth.

"Oh, come now, Ann, you enjoyed it, admit it."

"I'd be lying if I admitted to liking that monstrosity you called a party, Joker." She retorted, a scowl still on her face as she watched him explode with laughter. Her voice was soft, distant, like she couldn't care less about the conversation they were currently having.

"You haven't changed one bit! Which is good, let me assure you, because I was hoping I could have a conversation with the same Anika I met all those years ago. "

"You brung me here to simply have a conversation?" She asked, not waiting for an answer as she sighed. "Why am I not surprised."

He spoke once again, clear sarcasm could be heard this time, almost as if he was getting bored of the conversation already. "I thought you'd like some time away from the freezing cold, is that so wrong?" As he finished his sentence, he grabbed her arm, forcefully pushing her over to the small window which showed outside.

Thugs were shielding themselves away from the cold, while also fighting off the occasional inmate who'd lost it. Helicopters soared through the sky, political prisoners ran for their lives, and a certain bat shaped shadow flew across her vision.

"Welcome, my dear, to Arkham City."

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