"OHHHHH! I get it! You think you're too good for my help!" the smiling man said with an insanity in his voice. He sat with his left arm over a chair as he addressed the room full of these stinking tin trash cans, twiddling his knife in his other hand.
"We have no use for your plan. Daleks are supreme! Daleks are supreme!" The leader of the Daleks yelled out to a chorus of echoes from his constituents. Why were these things always yelling, the Joker wondered. It just made them seem a bit desperate.
"Oh, right. You're so supreme that you've been beaten countless time by an idiot in a blue box!" The Joker challenged.
"Heresy! Heresy! The Daleks do not lose!" Again with the yelling. This one wasn't the leader but one of his immediate subordinates on the bench.
"Well, it's just as well. It's not like I need you to take care of my little problem. Me and my friends have defeated our little infestation more times than you all have breathed. You do breathe, right?" It was a little white lie the Joker felt comfortable telling them. "Just saying, with my help- and that of my friends of course- we would take care of the problem wham, bam, thank you ma'am!" The Joker let out a blood curdling laugh.
"How can you do this! Explain! Explain!" The Leader shouted.
"I was going to before I was so rudely interrupted. Apparently manners aren't that big of a 'thing' with you guys. I mean, that is why you called me in front of this little tribunal, isn't it. You wanted to test me out. To see if I really had the mettle to deliver on my deal. Look, it's simple really. There just aren't enough of my compatriots to take care of our little problem once and for all. With numbers and firepower like yours they wouldn't stand a chance. Then, once that's done, I ask my cohorts- uh, very, very nicely of course- to jump over to this Universe. You're problem is you're always being out-witted by that bimbo in a box. With our combined might and intelligence, he wouldn't stand a chance." The Joker said in a grand monologue, circling the chamber and really delivering those lines like a Shakespearean actor. It was one of those times he impressed even himself.
"The Daleks could easily take care of your problem. How can the Daleks be assured of your dominance. What have you to offer to us. Tell us! Tell us!" The Leader bellowed.
"Well, off the top of my head, a bald man with an intellect unmatched in my world, a skinny ugly fellow who prays on fear- the stronger the fear the better his weapons- with a legion of people just like him, a big ole fat-ass with an armada of flying bat…thingy's who devours planets and a giant computer who…well devours planets. That was a lot more anti-climactic than I would have hoped. But hey, two's better than one, am I right!" The Joker laughed again. He wasn't entirely sure that he could convince Lex, Sinestro, Darkseid and Braniac. But this offer was just too juicy.
"But what do you bring to us?"
"The sheer fact, which can be scientifically and medically proven, that I am absolutely, 100% insane. Unrefined, unfiltered, unmitigated insanity." The Joker gave them a queer smile. "And that makes me unpredictable, which is exactly what you trash bins need!"
"And the arrangement is only as follows: we help you control your planet, you help us control our Universe? Is that correct?" The lead Dalek said, more slowly.
"And nothing else. You get to keep all of your new Universe, I get to keep all of my world."
The Daleks turned their little flashlight eyes to one another, a moment of silent consideration being pondered. "The Daleks will agree to this offer."
They had fallen right into his plans. "Daleks are supreme." The Joker said in his low, whispery voice.
"Daleks are supreme! Daleks are supreme!" This cry continued through the halls of the Dalek mother ship, an incessant racket from each pathetic little trash can.