On the screens of the surveillance cameras, Joker's screen went pitch black.
Several guards, armed to the teeth, went to check out the situation. They entered Joker's dark cell, switched on their flashlights and saw giant webs hanging from the walls and the ceiling. As they slowly advanced, it was as if the cell was much bigger then usual. Yet all they saw were those black webs. To their left, something started shining and they saw a small, wooden stage illuminated by white light with colourful balloons floating around. In the middle of the stage was a giant jack-in-the-box. The crank started moving on its own and merry-go-round music started playing. The guards, uneasy, tense, flicked the safeties off and pointed the guns at the oversized toy. The box opened and a figure started rising up. It was the Joker, dressed in a black tux, pale as death, a big red grin and eyes as black as the night.
"Get of that thing and put your hands up!", shouted a guard.
The Joker did nothing, said nothing just kept staring and grinning.
The guards' trigger fingers started to twitch.
" I repeat! Get of and put them up!"
Joker jumped from the stage towards the men who fired everything they had. The bullets seemed to go right through him as the Joker took a guards' skull and crushed it between his hands. Then he shoved his arm right through the chest of the second guard. One of the guards, ditched his gun, drew his baton and ran at the Joker. Joker took the punches as if he was struck with cotton candy and sliced the guards' throat open with his fingernails. The two remaining officers turned back and fled through the webs while the Joker watched them flee, silently, never letting go of that malevolent grin.
"What the fuck was that?"
"I don't know man! Keep running!"
Yet they didn't see a door or anything else, just those webs. Out of breath they looked around, not knowing where to aim or where to run.
"What the hell is happening!"
"Don't lose it. Hold on!"
Then...
"Ha..Ha...Haaa...Hahohaaa..."
The guards spun around and saw nothing. The laughter seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.
"What do we do man? WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO DO?
SHOOT THE BASTARD!
The guards fired in every direction, shredding only webs.
A voice appeared behind them, "Lookinnn for someonnnne?"
One guard exited the Jokers' cell and walked slowly away.
His commlink cracked and a distorted voice asked what the status was.
The guard replied in a calm voice, "Situation's contained...thanks to the sacrifice of the others." The reply went lost as the guard crushed the radio. A couple bodies later and the guard was out of the Asylum, still walking slowly, very sure of himself. He stopped in the shadow from a tree and the guards' dead flesh and uniform exploded, revealing its living operator, the possessed Joker. He plucked a piece of the guards' skin from his face and looked back at Arkham.
Fun times...
Pennywise, not feeling fulfilled, searched through the remainder of the Jokers' sick mind for some potential entertainment. In the darkness of the Jokers' mind, one gargantuan shadow stood at the center of it.
The shadow of a bat.
The voracious smile appeared on the Joker's face again as he made his way to Gotham.