Joker's Log
My shipment arrives tomorrow, and I can't stop thinking about all the fun I'm going to have. Everything is just so exciting. I started this little adventure so long ago, and now that I'm so close I can't help but laugh. My therapist believes that the reason I'm so giddy is because I have settled into my new life so unbelievably well. The Bat, on the other hand, knows something is up. Fortunately for me, I've been preparing and planning for months upon months. The Bat, however, has less than 24 hours before things are completely out of his control. I often wonder how that will make him feel. He is so rarely not in control that I feel he might truly go insane over this one. I would pay to see that man in Arkham. Besides, what brainless twat actually believes he's sane, anyway? The guy runs around dressed as a flying rodent. That's not right! At least clowns are frightening. Bats are just poor misunderstood creatures, according to my therapist. To me, they're just filthy annoying vermin.
Apparently, you can get pudding in copious amounts if you claim it's for an entire city. Keeping it all quiet was a challenge, but I'm just that good. Now I just have to find a way to get it into the Gotham River without anyone noticing it was me. I guess that's where my clown army comes in handy. It's only been a month since that plan was put into my head, and I already have over 100 people. I found out via internet that I actually have a pretty large group of fans. Yet, the people at Arkham call this normal society. I think their views on normal have been skewed quite a bit after so many years of dealing with people like two-face, Poison Ivy, and Harley. I would put myself in that category, but after all, I am rehabilitated, at least, until tomorrow.
The End
My shipment arrives tomorrow, and I can't stop thinking about all the fun I'm going to have. Everything is just so exciting. I started this little adventure so long ago, and now that I'm so close I can't help but laugh. My therapist believes that the reason I'm so giddy is because I have settled into my new life so unbelievably well. The Bat, on the other hand, knows something is up. Fortunately for me, I've been preparing and planning for months upon months. The Bat, however, has less than 24 hours before things are completely out of his control. I often wonder how that will make him feel. He is so rarely not in control that I feel he might truly go insane over this one. I would pay to see that man in Arkham. Besides, what brainless twat actually believes he's sane, anyway? The guy runs around dressed as a flying rodent. That's not right! At least clowns are frightening. Bats are just poor misunderstood creatures, according to my therapist. To me, they're just filthy annoying vermin.
Apparently, you can get pudding in copious amounts if you claim it's for an entire city. Keeping it all quiet was a challenge, but I'm just that good. Now I just have to find a way to get it into the Gotham River without anyone noticing it was me. I guess that's where my clown army comes in handy. It's only been a month since that plan was put into my head, and I already have over 100 people. I found out via internet that I actually have a pretty large group of fans. Yet, the people at Arkham call this normal society. I think their views on normal have been skewed quite a bit after so many years of dealing with people like two-face, Poison Ivy, and Harley. I would put myself in that category, but after all, I am rehabilitated, at least, until tomorrow.
The End