Two-Face was embarrassed, as he usually was when this kind of thing happened. Jonathan was using his psychiatrist training to try and explain to him that he didn't need to use the coin for every decision he ever made. Clayface was shouting at Milo for some unknown reason, and Maxie was talking to the Riddler about mob-leadership. Croc had stalked off back to his lair muttering about the water being contaminated with piss and the Mad Hatter hadn't come back.

Bruce and the Joker were left playing their own brand of poker, which wasn't really anything like poker anymore but passed the time, while the only other players still in the game did peer counselling.

"You know," Bruce said, without looking up. "You should stop chatting up your psychiatrist."

The Joker laughed.

"Jealous?"

Batman raised an eyebrow.

"Aw, why? It's so much fun."
"She's young and vulnerable and quite frankly, she'd do anything you asked her to."

"Bad thing to tell the madman…"
"You knew that already."
"True."

Bruce lay down a card.

"Did you fuck her?"

The Joker smirked, scars cutting across his cheeks and pulling his cheeks into a disjointed grin.

"Did you fuck Cat-woman?"

Batman glared, "What the hell? How has that got anything to do with it?"

The Joker's eyes flickered to Bruce's and, gleefully, he laughed.

"Oh, you did. What about Poison Ivy?"
"No!"
"So you did the Cat then? Did you do her down an alley? Is she an alley cat?"
"You're not funny."

The Joker pouted,

"You wound me. Seriously. Being funny is what I live for."

Scarecrow looked across at them, suddenly interested,

"Who's funny?"
"Me."
"You're not funny."
"Hey! C'mon now. Want me to carve up that pretty face of yours?"

Scarecrow raised an eyebrow and threw down his own card,

"You have nothing to carve my face with, J."
"Wanna bet?"

Scarecrow's eyes narrowed, and Jonathan peeked through,

"Erm, no, actually. No, I don't."

The Joker laughed,

"Well, whatever. I am funny. Harvey, it's your turn."

Two-Face was staring at his cards, an expression of utmost concentration plastered across his face. He pointed at a couple of cards, and then got out his coin. The Joker banged his head off the table a few times until Batman grabbed his hair and lifted it away. He looked disgusted at the level of grease.

"Do you even shower?"
"Huh?"
"Shower. Do you shower?"
"What is this show-er you speak of?"

"You disgust me."
"I try."

"No seriously, you do. There's a thing in your cell. Called a sink."
"I don't think there is."
"There has to be."
"Like they'd let me have metal. I have a mattress and a plastic bottle to piss in."

"What? That's against your human rights."

The Joker laughed,

"Do you seriously care about that?"

"No, I was just trying to change the subject."
"Oh! Catwoman! Yeah, so, what was that like? Did she bite? Do cats bite? How about claw, did she claw?"

"Do you actually have a toothbrush? I have two. I'm willing to give you one."

"Look, I like them this colour. White is so ordinary. You're distracting me again, right? Fail."

"It's not a fail if I managed. Jesus, Harvey, just toss down a card."

Harvey frowned, and finally put a card down onto the table.

"Finally," Scarecrow muttered, and the Joker instantly tossed his card too.

"You didn't answer me, Brucey. C'mon, you're with friends here. You can, literally, tell us anything. So, was she as we've all imagined her while we were wanking off in-"

Batman scowled and backhanded the Joker across the face. Two-Face and Scarecrow started to giggle helplessly.

"Ow, what the fuck? Did you just bitch-slap me?"

"Don't behave like a whiny bitch and I won't."
The Joker was scandalised, "I wasn't!"

"Oh come on, J. You are so jealous; it's plain and simple to see."

The Joker narrowed his eyes and rubbed his face,

"I am not."

Bruce was about to take his turn when the screaming started.

"Well, that's different," the Joker said, throwing the rest of the cards onto the table and standing up. Batman followed suit, and, so did Scarecrow and Two-Face.

Maxie walked up behind them, Clayface lurking in the background and Milo already starting to rant about the lunacy of the inmates.

"'the hell's going on?" Maxie asked, and the Joker shrugged.

"What do I look like, some kinda mind reader?"

"That's not a normal psycho-scream," Batman muttered.

The Mad Hatter ran through the doorway, laughing manically.

"It's time boys! It's our time! The night has fallen! Darkness has descended! It's time!"

He ran back out of the door, still cackling and shrieking, and the men looked at each other.

"Well. I dunno about you guys," The Joker said. "But I'm getting the hell outta here while I can."