Joker was getting tired of the constant bad jokes, one liners and quotes his voices where babbling at each other as he was flung from wall to wall of his cell, they where supposed to be offering suggestions on how to get him out of this mess like they usually did when things took a turn for the worst but apparently even they couldn't see a way out of this one.

He was grabbed roughly by the back of his restraints and thrown with terrible force, he got a glimpse of the gleeful expression on the things face before his back impacted with opposite wall of his cell, making what little air he'd managed to pull into his lungs leave his body in a gasp.

"whoops, there goes another rib"

a voice cackled and he felt his own hysterical laughter bubbling up in his throat just before the breath was knocked out of him as he was slammed to the floor.

"The door!"

Now there was a voice he hadn't heard on a while, good ol Jackie boy! He sounded slightly hysterical but his observation was correct the door was in reach. Joker half turned his head from where he had landed on his front, noting that his attacker was standing directly over him and leaning down no doubt to throw him at something else solid and unyielding, he waited until he was sure he couldn't miss then quickly flung himself over, letting his left arm swing up and out. The ragged remains of the straight jackets sleeve, buckles and all, struck his attacker sharply across the face causing him to reel back, surprised and blinded.

Joker wasted no time picking himself up and making a run for it, he dashed out the door overturning the medication trolley as he went as a way to slow down his no doubt now even angrier attacker before careering off down the corridor.

The blood from the head wound he had received was blinding him, and the hallway he was running down kept seeming to tilt lazily this way and that as he sought to outrun his pursuer.

"who knew he could run that fast, guy must be doing steps!"

He cackled to himself then scowled darkly as Jack piped up from somewhere deep in his mind "or maybe its us getting slower, I think we're hurt" he mentally shook off Jack's pathetic whining and turned a corner sharply, already hearing the heavy footfalls of his pursuer as he gave chase.

"can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man"

He rounded a few more corners, mentally calculating the nearest escape route and giggling at the fun he was having

"this guys almost as good as Batsy"

when the sounds of his pursuer changed from the heavy thud of feet to a strange, wet slither, Joker chanced a glance over his shoulder, crimson eyes widening slightly as he caught sight of something dark and snake-like rapidly scaling the overheard heating pipes and heading his way. He altered his route, taking a sharp left turn and spotting his method of escape.

An air vent at floor level was a welcome sight "we haven't used that one before, what makes you think this'll work?" angrily he mentally blocked out the doubtful voice that had piped up and focused on lining himself up, the corridor lurched drunkenly again as he flung himself down, thrusting his legs forward as he slid along the floor, he chanced another glance at the thing following him, just having time to grin wickedly as it made a futile last ditch attempt to make a grab at him before his feet hit the grating of the vent with a clang, the rusted metal screeched as it gave way and fell into the air shaft swiftly followed by the joker.

Clayface slid from the pipes to the floor in one fluid motion, reforming his melted form as he moved to peer into the darkness of the ventilation shaft, faintly he thought he heard the deranged cackling of the madman who had so narrowly escaped him. His hands grasped the sides of the vent entrance as he growled to himself, the clown was probably already out of the shaft and well on his way to escaping Arkham.

Metal creaked and groaned in protest as his fingers crushed it beneath them, his revenge had been snatched from his grasp. He thought he had the clown when he struck the mad man down with that first blow in his cell, he even thought he had time to really make the Joker suffer for what he had done, throwing him round his cell like a rag doll, smiling grimly at the sound of every dull thud of his body hitting the unyielding walls, he was careful to aim the mad man at the hard stone walls above the padding of his cell for maximum damage. It seemed impossible that anyone could take such a beating and still be able to find a way to escape but then again, this was the Joker.

He lowered his head, trying to suppress the murderous rage inside him, his eyes focused on a smear shining wetly on the dirty stones in front of the vent entrance, he leaned down slightly, squinting to make it out in the dull lighting of the hallway. Clayface allowed a smile to slide across his features, he hadn't lost the clown let, already a plan was forming.

An Arkham guard who had heard the sound of the chase peered around the corner, his eyes widened as he watched the creature crouched at the entrance of a broken air duct, watched him straighten up, low gurgling laughter echoing off the blank walls, he watched as the thing seemed to shift in front of his eyes, losing its humanoid form as it melted down and reformed gradually then he saw no more as he turned and ran, already pulling the walkie talkie from his belt.