The Joker couldn't believe how well this was all turning out – he never had this much fun when Bats was around, and to top it all off, he had taken Batman's friends and turned them into his own personal army. Harley was still back at the hideout at this point, nursing her broken arms after she'd brought that hammer down across Wonder Woman's skull. That had amused Joker to no end, to be sure, but he realized that she could still be of use to him, which was why he'd given her the biggest bowl of popcorn he could find so she could watch the news broadcast in comfort, despite the twin casts on her arms. Currently he was standing on top of Wayne Tower, watching as the explosions drew closer and closer to him. They had started miles away from here, all the way in downtown Gotham, but here he was, nearly in uptown and the explosions were rising from the streets even faster now; hell, even a few of the rooftops were exploding at this point.

He pressed a button on his portable radio, searching for another station since his little team had destroyed a third one. It came as no shock to him that the media mistook little JJ for him, but after a while he grew slightly frustrated that nobody noticed that the Joker had somehow managed to turn himself into a child. He took the pair of binoculars from around his neck and peered through them at the origin point of the last street-based explosion, and found his purple convertible weaving in and out of traffic with the police in hot pursuit.

"Heh heh…'hot' pursuit. I'm going to have to write that one down." Just as he said that, he saw a bat-shaped figure lean out of the window and toss a grenade out at the police, the resulting explosion lifting the closest car off the ground – several explosions followed closely behind in rapid succession as the cars behind that one all crashed and their gas tanks ignited, causing a good bunch of the innocent people in traffic to be caught in the blast as well. The Joker thought he'd die laughing as that purple car swerved around a corner and out of his sight, dodging the fire as they slid down an alley. Not because of the fact that all of these people were dying, but because that Bat-shaped figure was Gordon's brat, meaning that JJ was driving. He couldn't have been older than twelve! Joker dried the tears that came from laughing so hard from his eyes and swerved his sights over towards the most recent explosion on the rooftops.

There she was, ripping through the Gotham skies like she owned them in full costume. Wonder Woman was much too fast for the bulky police helicopters of Gotham, but still she allowed them to catch her so she could deflect their bullets in every direction, shattering the windows of dozens of offices, spraying blood and sometimes brain matter across papers and desks, and sometimes even unfortunate co-workers. People were flooding into the streets in a panic, but they soon found out that it wasn't much safer outside. Those who weren't incinerated by explosions were crushed as a few buildings collapsed on them, or were hit by panicked drivers trying to escape the carnage. Women and children were not spared from the chaos that the Joker was carefully orchestrating from his perch high atop Wayne Tower where he could nearly see the entire city. Even at this height, he could hear the musical sound of terrified screams coming from the streets, as well as the occasional squeal of tires followed by a crash. The best sounds, though, came from the collapsing buildings when a few hundred people would scream all at once as tons of concrete and steel fell atop them, only for all of it to suddenly stop with a low rumble as the building settled into a smoking pile. The fourth building had fallen perhaps ten minutes ago, and he felt it was past time for another one.

The Joker allowed the binoculars to drop back to his chest, then, as he pressed down on yet another red detonator – two miles away, a few dozen barrels of nitro glycerin exploded in the basement of Gotham General Hospital, causing the foundation of the building to crumble. Once again, he heard perhaps three hundred people all cry out at once as the building shook and came crashing down, kicking up a good amount of smoke. He laughed harder this time, even if that was the last building that he'd placed a bomb in. The previous four were equally crippling to the city: he'd bombed Police Headquarters, the Fire Department, City Hall and Mayor Hill's mansion (with the esteemed mayor inside of it, no less). It had been a simple matter now that Wonder Woman was on his side.

He stopped suddenly and ducked as a helicopter went rushing past him in flames, only for it to hit another corporate building behind the one he was standing on. With a shark's grin, he stood up and dusted himself off as he looked up at Wonder Woman, who was floating in front of him now. She looked like Frankenstein's monster – and for all intents and purposes, that was precisely what she was. The Joker had killed her upon discovering her unconscious body under all of that rubble, needing only to place his hand over her nose and mouth. She'd struggled slightly, even in her sleep, but her weak convulsing soon came to an end as she died after a minute or two. After that, he'd let her body grow stiff and cold before he carried her back into his hideout. It hadn't been easy, but he got her to that operating table and he'd started working. Looking at her now, it was hard to believe that had been only about two hours ago.

Her skin had gone even paler than it had been which he helped along by ridding her of all pigmentation. It helped to draw the eye to her rather colorful costume, and most importantly her face. Since he didn't have the luxury of a lot of time as he had with Gordon and Drake, he had to give her that smile the hard way – that is, he cut the flesh away from her teeth in the shape of a large crescent with a scalpel. It had bleed for a while, but since she was dead anyway, that stopped soon enough. Afterwards, he'd hooked her up like a human Tesla coil; large, black electrical conduits had been lined up quite visibly along her spine, giving her the appearance of quills all along her back, topped off by two sets of hideous, very Frankenstein-inspired bolts of heavy iron. One set was punched through her temples directly into her frontal lobe while the others were jutting from either side of her neck. The genius part (to him, at least) was the location of her 'battery', the source of all of this energy: he'd cut her chest open and installed just such a device in her heart (and from the way her costume was designed, the scar and the stitches holding it shut were grotesquely visible). Every so often, sparks flew from her back, or electricity would run along her body, giving her just enough life to move, but not enough to think or speak. She was an extension of his will and no more, though he could look into those cold, dead eyes and see that she held nothing but utter contempt for him, presumably for turning her into what she was now.

"Now was that at all necessary, Wonder Slut? Get back down there and cause some mayhem." Wonder Woman simply giggled in response, her body quaking as her hands curled up into fists at her sides. "Thinking about rebellion, are you? Typical." Tucking his hands behind his back, he stood up straight and simply stared her down, grinning from ear to ear. He felt so much more comfortable in his suit now, which only added to his confidence, despite deliberately incurring the wrath of an Amazon yet again. "Come on, then! Even clowns don't have all day!" He laughed in her face. Before she even realized it, her body was in motion, her hand outstretched going for Joker's throat. The electrical current through her body suddenly increased, sending her barely-functioning organs into overdrive as she was engulfed in crackling, blue streams of electricity. She fell short of her target, landing harshly on her stomach before skidding to a painful halt where she continued to writhe and convulse in front of the Joker. He'd pressed down on the button of his joy buzzer, which he'd hidden behind his back just moments before.

That grin was illuminated in flashes by all of that energy coursing through Wonder Woman's abused body for a few moments. Minutes passed by – it wasn't until a helicopter threw a spotlight on him that he decided to let her agony-ridden body relax.

"Now get back down there." With that, he gave her a swift kick under her chin and sent her battered body off the side of the building. The smoke was still coming off of her body as she spiraled downwards story after story. Ten stories, twenty, thirty, forty…it took nearly half a minute for her to reach the street, where she crushed some hapless citizens' car down to the ground. People gathered around to see who had fallen, and quickly winced at what they saw. Some even threw up at the sight presented to them.

"My god, is that Wonder Woman?"

"What happened to her?"

"Her…face…I'm going to be sick…"

Even though she was seemingly 'dead' again, her eyes remained wide open, her grin frozen on her dead face as she stared aimlessly into the sky. At least, it seemed aimless to those gathered around. If anyone could read her mind, though, they would know that she was looking towards the Watchtower. She couldn't see it, but she knew its position by heart; tears began to flow from her still open eyes.

"Guys, are you seeing this?!" The Flash was nearly jumping out of his suit, but this wasn't the kind of excitement that spoke of anything positive. The rest of the league, Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, and J'onn all flew from their posts to where Flash was sitting. J'onn arrived first, coming out of the wall like some kind of ghost while Shayera and John both landed next to each other right behind him.

"What is it, Flash?" In response, the fastest man alive turned the volume up on the main screen in the monitor room where Snapper Carr was reporting live from Gotham city. Usually the anchorman was the picture of tidiness, but right now he looked as if he'd just walked off from ground zero. His hair was disheveled, his suit was torn and he seemed to be bleeding from a cut above his hairline. It was the background that was so striking, though. There were firefighters trying desperately to save some people in a burning building. One such firefighter was in a cherry picker, trying to take a child from a woman's outstretched arms.

"…from Gotham City where the Joker has single-handedly destroyed nearly twelve blocks. Bombs are everywhere, nobody knows when another will go off and destroy…wait. I'm getting something here. It seems that we're receiving a transmission live from the White House."

With that, the reporter was replaced with a picture of the president, standing in front of a podium in the White House press conference room, complete with the navy blue drapes and all.

"My fellow Americans, one of our greatest cities is suffering immensely. The terrorist known as The Joker is at the root of this. It is with utter determination that I have given the order to send military troops to Gotham City in an effort to defeat this threat to our great nation. That is all."

Every reporter present began to shout questions at the president, who calmly walked away to be replaced by the Secretary of Defense. At that moment, the picture was again replaced by Snapper Carr, who was busy looking over his shoulder at the fireman trying to rescue more people from the fifth floor of the building behind him. The camera swerved up a few floors to someone else who was waving frantically for attention from the top floor of the building, and focused on them. Had the cameraman been able to read lips, he may have been able to prevent another catastrophe.

"Meth lab! METH LAB! Get away from here! There's a—"

The resulting explosion killed the firefighter on the cherry picker and the elderly woman in his arms immediately and actually bought the building down. Snapper Carr ran for cover and ended up hitting the cameraman head-on, knocking the perspective down to the ground, showing the frantically running feet of those around before the smoke and dust enveloped them all. The perspective cut back to the studio, where a blanching female anchor stared in horror at the screen, stunned into silence by what she had seen.

"S-Snapper? Are you there..?" There was no answer. The anchor bit her lip and tried to carry on the report as best she could, but there was a pointedly somber tone in her voice as she tried to continue. "Th-there you have it, ladies and gentlemen…"

The seats around that TV were all empty at this point. The rest of the League was done waiting for their comrades, and they were already seated in the Javelin waiting for them in the landing bay.

Back in Arkham Asylum, every one of the inmates had been released. Each and every person, committed and voluntary had been prematurely let loose. Two-Face had let out everyone in the 'special' wing – that is, everyone here had been apprehended by Batman. None of them were particularly concerned about the approach of the military, especially after they had all gotten their belongings and, most importantly, their costumes back. Mister Freeze, in particular, was glad to be able to move around outside of his cell. All of them gathered at the front gate, where Two-Face stood to address the crowd. The spikes atop the gate had been used to spear the heads of most of the doctors here at Arkham, and as it turned out, there was a head for every letter in 'Arkham Asylum', which was spelled out in iron in an arch over the gate. The rest of the staff littered the hallways, dismembered, decapitated, and defiled in every possible way by about a hundred insane people.

"The United States government has declared war on the Joker. I know a lot of you don't particularly care for the clown…and we're both with you on that." This drew chuckles from most of them. Poison Ivy, though, was already sneaking away from the crowd – and she managed to leave without anyone noticing. "But they will destroy everything we've ever had and will ever have in this city, just to destroy one man. I ask you: is that justice?" The answer, of course, was a resounding 'NO!' "On the other hand, this is our chance to leave this hellhole, and be free. The Bat won't ever come for any of us again, if we do. We could all start fresh." He held out his scarred hand in the black sleeve towards all of them. "I propose a flip of the coin. Good heads, we all skip town and go our separate ways. Bad heads…" The unscarred half of his face grinned. "…we kill them all, and then go our separate ways." The crowd murmured in agreement, of course. Two-Face was finding it pathetically easy to manipulate the insane – that could be why Batman was always able to apprehend them.

Without further ado, the crowd fell silent and he flipped his coin up into the air.