Hush's Last Stand
Death By Comedy
"Darling, I believe we've had a miscommunication." The Joker waltzed around a tied-up Lucius Fox. "You see, I don't have an appointment. I don't want an appointment. I don't need an appointment. In fact, you should be honored to have a piece of my time. Are you honored?" He tried not to let it show, but Lucius felt like passing out. The Joker killed people for a lark. He might lose his train of thought and attempt a banjo solo on his small intestines.
Formerly a hitman working under the alias of Jack Napier, murder came very naturally to him. If Batman had stopped him from falling into that vat of chemical waste, he would have probably continued killing, just not on such a grand scale. Rumor had it he had once gassed an entire kindergarten class as a birthday present to himself.
"You won't believe who I ran into yesterday. An old friend by the name of Thomas Elliot, a real class act, that one. He told me to ask you for a big secret about the Batman. Naturally, it piqued my interest. So tell me what I want to hear before I yank out your tongue." Sweat creased along his forehead. He had no clue what this maniac wanted and he desperately needed to. "Oh, really. How wonderful. It seems I'll get to kill you. Bye, bye, gramps." He scooted his chair next to the broken window. "Mind the step."
Faced with certain death, Lucius blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Bruce Wayne." He paused a moment. "Bruce Wayne knows Batman." He rattled off this nonsense between gasping breaths. Trying to keep his poker face as the Joker wheeled him away from the edge and towards the door. For the first instance all night, he saw the faces of the security guards, their dead faces twisted into eternal grins.
"Shucks and I guess I don't get to kill you after all. No hard feelings, I hope." The Joker winded a toy box and walked out of the room. "Enjoy your gift. You might find it a real blast. Hah, hah, hah, hah!" The childhood nursery rhyme of "Pop Goes The Weasel" took on an ominous tone. Bracing himself for the worse, Lucius looked away. When nothing happened, he looked back to see a mere jack-in-the-box bobbing its head around. Lucius sighed in relief the moment before flames engulfed the room.