Did you hear the one about the guy who didn't own any of the characters mentioned here? Spoiler! It was me.
Scars
They were hurting again. They hurt every time I think of them.
Those two, big, ugly things on my face…
Well now that I think about it I guess that thanks to the bat there are three, big ugly things on my face.
Those arm blade things really hurt, but I guess that's the price you have to pay when you're in my profession.
If you can call what I do a profession.
I guess it is a job of some kind or another.
Heh, imagine the job interview you'd have to go through.
Experience, references, all dead of course, and then at the end the interviewer says.
"Well Mr. Joker, everything checks out so welcome to the team, let me introduce you to some of the people you'll be maiming, torturing and killing."
Heh… I gotta write that one down, of course these cells don't come with any paper that I don't need to use to take care of my various bodily functions, and they won't give me a pencil since I showed that guard my magic trick, so I guess I'll just have to memorize it.
… Arkham sucks… I guess I'll just use this time to make up a few more magic tricks.
Perhaps something involving two squirrels and a chainsaw.