Joker Log-Arkham Asylum
I haven't been able to write for awhile. Apparently crayons aren't allowed when you're in solitary confinement. It seems Arkham had a problem with me taking all of the green and white crayons in every box, melting them down, and turning them into joker venom. Of course, I had to pull some pretty sly stuff to get the other things I needed, but who knew crayons held so many basic ingredients needed for joker venom, certainly I had a theory, but that was ingenious even for me. Plus, I gotta mention it's the cost effective way to kill with a grin.
Anyway, I have clearly started working on plans to get the hell out of here. I do have to thank that doc for the pills. Although, the weird nightmares are an interesting side effect, but I will gladly deal with them if it gets me out. I don't get why the dreams are of strange cartoon creatures trying to make me into one of them, and yet they said I was psychotic before the drugs. There's one for my doc, I have been having interesting dreams didn't start until you gave those pills, psychoanalysis in five. Ready, set, go.
Moving on back to that whole vents and exploding candy thing. Then again, luring The Bat here shouldn't be too difficult now that I know his little bird-bat moron's identity. I can always use Bats own tricks and tools against him. Is it my fault that I want to hang him upside down and beat him with a dead pig? I firmly believe it's not my fault it's so easy to get him to glare. Really, am I to be blamed that it's so much fun angering him. Kill a robin get an agonizing bat glare, is there anything more rewarding? I think not.
The vast amounts of plans swarming in my head are oddly exciting and annoying at the same time. I have so many good ones it's hard to choose. Still, no one said I can't pull the best parts from all of them. Ah, but once again I am getting ahead of myself. I should work on that. Note to self: get therapist to help organize thoughts. He doesn't need to know which thoughts or what said thoughts are about. He just needs to know I need a way to arrange them. Who knew therapy could be so enlightening and useful? If only they could see how I put all of there 'lessons' to use. Even that one made me chuckle. Oh, they are bringing Harley back from one of her sessions, time to go pretend I care.