The word Intermission appeared on the screen in big letters, bringing the Arkham inmates back to reality. "Well, how's that for edge of your seat excitement?" asked Joker, turning to his audience and beaming. "Everyone liking it so far?"

Everyone stared at him incredulously, lost for words. "I'll take that as a yes!" he chuckled, standing up. "There's gonna be a twenty minute break now, and there are refreshments in the cafeteria. I'll be heading there now if anyone wants to join me or discuss the film. C'mon, Harley," he said, as Harley leapt to her feet and skipped out of the room after him.

Nobody else moved for about two minutes. They all just stared at the screen in shock. "Where…the hell did that all come from?!" shrieked Poison Ivy at last. "I mean, I remember doing the scenes and stuff, but it didn't…there's no way it looked that good at the time! A computer can't make that much difference!"

"Well, you can make entire movies on the computer now," said Crane. "So I suppose it's not a complete surprise…"

"But it's like a real, professional movie!" exclaimed Ivy. "I just…didn't expect J to make a tasteful film! I might actually be sad when his character dies!"

"I guess he wouldn't be J if he did what we expected," muttered Two-Face.

"I need to go talk to him," snapped Ivy, standing up. "I need to figure out his stupid game! We heard him and Harley doing that sex scene with the whoopie cushion, for God's sake!"

Ivy stormed into the cafeteria with Bruce following her, where Joker and Harley were chatting over glasses of champagne. "I think people really underestimate the idea of using computers to make movies, and it's understandable really, because a lotta people abuse the concept," Joker was saying. "As long as you don't sacrifice storytelling for special effects, technology can be such a blessing when making a movie. A special effect is just a tool, after all. But a special effect without a story is a pretty boring thing…"

"J, why was the sex scene so tame?" demanded Ivy.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Pammie!" chuckled Joker. "I know you wanted to see some hot, kinky clown sex, but we were just kidding around in rehearsals! The way all actors do! Maybe it'll be in the blooper reel for the DVD!"

"It seems unusual for you to make a serious movie, Mr. Joker," said Bruce.

"Well, I don't like to be predictable, Brucie!" laughed Joker. "Being fun is all about being spontaneous! That's why the Bat ain't ever any fun. He's like an old shoe!"

"I'm sure he has a wide and varied routine," muttered Bruce.

"Anyway, are you enjoying it, Pammie, despite the absence of clown sex?" asked Joker, grinning at her.

She glared at him. "Yes!" she snapped. "And I don't like that I am! So tell me what the game is!"

"No game, Pammie!" he chuckled. "Don't you think the Joker making a quality, tragic movie is funny enough? I sure do! How about you boys?" he asked as the others entered the room. "Liking the movie?"

"Why aren't I in it?" demanded Nygma. "We filmed my scenes!"

"You will be, Eddie, just be patient!" laughed Joker, clapping him on the back. "I know we filmed this whole subplot with you going around solving riddles for people on the ship, but in the end I had to cut that since it took too much time away from me, the character people actually care about. Plus, y'know, it was stupid and boring, like you. But if I don't have the audience in tears for some of the upcoming death scenes, I'm doing something wrong!"

"You're putting in death scenes?" demanded Ivy. "You're actually going to kill everyone, like in the real movie?"

Joker tapped his nose. "Not everyone, Pammie," he said. "You'll just have to wait and see. Yes sir, I think it's a definite Oscar contender this year!" he chuckled.

"So if you're really gonna distribute it, are we getting any money for it?" demanded Two-Face. There was a murmur of agreement from the rest of the inmates.

"Oh, yeah, well, see, the thing about that is, Harvey, that you signed some handy contracts here," said Joker, reaching into his pocket. "That gave over complete rights to all aspects of the movie and any money made from it or its related merchandise to me."

"I didn't sign that!" snapped Two-Face, grabbing it from him.

"It was the fine print in your costume agreements," chuckled Joker. "That's why you should always read the small print! But remember when I was on my sugar high and asking about action figure rights and how we never see any money from that? Well, this will ensure that every action figure, T-shirt, and assorted product I sell in relation to this film will result in a handsome profit for me! I've already got a company in China working on getting some child labor to mock up some cheap toys. Y'know, collapsible models of the Titanic that you can split in half, survival of the fittest style board games, cuddly animals for the kiddies that didn't actually appear in the movie, stuff like that."

"Joker, you can't run a business from inside a mental asylum," snapped Dr. Leland. "And certainly not one that relies on child labor."

"Aw, but I'll give the kiddies a free toy to keep!" protested Joker.

Dr. Leland sighed, checking her watch. "Time to resume the film, isn't it?"

"It sure is!" exclaimed Joker. "Oh, you guys are just gonna love the second half! It's even better than the first half, if I do say so myself! And keep your eyes open for a familiar face toward the end of the movie – blink and you'll miss him, but he's there! It's not like I could ever make a movie without him, after all!" he chuckled, heading back into the Rec Room with Harley following.