Joker's Log-Arkham Asylum
Well, I got out of Arkham. It was amazing. The fire, the screams, the distant sounds of sirens as they looked for one inmate that would not be returning tonight--all of it brought a grand smile to my face. Never have I ever had so much fun wreaking havoc. I think the best part was taking down six guards with that birdarang I 'received' from poor widdle Robin, and then leaving it embedded in my therapist's gut. What can I say? I'm all for sentiments and nice touches. Although, I have to admit even I wasn't expecting such a great explosion from one single exploding candy, but it did its job, and a wonderful job it did. I don't think those looks of horror will ever leave my mind. A job well done if you ask me.
I was rather disappointed that the Bat and his little birdie didn't show up, but what I have planned for them is worth the wait. They've spent so long trying to figure it out; it makes me laugh when I think about it. Although, I'm almost sad that the idiot Grayson hasn't been around lately…almost. You'd think the guy would care given that he has the most to lose, well from their perspective he has the most to lose, but what they don't know might just kill them, and I'm completely okay with that prospect. I can't believe the bat-clan hasn't figured it out yet. It's so simple, and yet so perfect. It's like dominos--one thing leads to another, and before you know it, not a single one is left standing.
I'm sure, by now, the Bat has certainly figured out where his little Robin went that night. I'd pay to see that little match going on. I'm sure he's lecturing the kid in that infamous Bat tone about how it was stupid and dangerous and how much damage the kid has caused for everyone involved. Oh, and the kid, well he's probably kicking himself royally for that one. I'm going to miss that kid when I kill him, but knowing Bats he'll probably just pick up another one from a sad and broken home, which of course will give the kid purpose and reason for being blah, blah, blah. Why don't people ever focus on what the world really needs--Bat-clan population control.
Anyway, I've got major plans for that moron Grayson, his little brother, and the Bat. I don't know what's going to make me smile more the screams, the pain stricken faces, or the sheer horror that will be emanating from them once I finally reveal that it's not just Grayson's identity that I've figured out.