[A/N: Yeah... I'm putting this on the top haha ;) I'm done with using scripted scenes for the next couple of chapters. But I really need – and do appreciate – reviews. No flames. I will burn flamers. I get reviews that aren't on , though, so if I could have more reviews here I'd greatly appreciate it. Right. And onwards... oh, and know this: I've compiled information to make this fanfiction as accurate as possible to the Nolan series. And now we'll start...]

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Gotham City

Arkham Asylum, August 20, 11:24 AM

Creak. People were shaking the bars, trying to get out. On the far end, Falcone lay on the ground, muttering the name "Scarecrow" to himself.

A terrifying laugh from the man who opened the door scared the people in the cells so much that they stopped doing what they did. The Joker walked in. "Where are the doctors. You seen them?"

A few of them shook their heads. Others simply stared. The Joker saw a tall man curled up in a corner. He knocked the door down and walked to the tall man and grabbed his face, holding the knife people called a "potato peeler" (it was actually not, rather, it was a Paragon ATKO 10 that he had stolen from Falcone's old house) to it.

"You've got a chance to tell me where the lab coats are. Hm?" The man had no response. "No."

The man looked up at him. "Gone."

"No, no, no, no... they wouldn't've left investments and guinea pigs like you here..."

The man shook his head feverishly.

"Are you nervous? Are you afraid of what I could do to you?"

The man nodded several times.

"You're a smart cookie," said the Joker. "You see these scars on my face?"

The man nodded.

"They're scary, I know. Do you wanna know how I got 'em?" The Joker pushed the blade slightly deeper on the man's face. "So I was going to get married. Beautiful, beautiful girl. But she couldn't pay for the wedding. She was too poor. So was I, but I wanted to marry the girl I loved, see? Look at me," he said. The man's eyes darted back to the Joker. "Hey. So one night, she tells me that if I can't pay for the wedding, she's calling it off. I don't want that to happen! Later on, she goes to sleep. I meet up with a few thugs, and I'm ready to rob a bank. I go over to the bank. Small bank. When suddenly... things get ugly. I should've figured this was the mafia's bank. See, Falcone's men come out with knives and guns, and anything else they can get their hands on. And only I don't get killed. No, they want to punish me more."

The Joker pushed the blade further into the man's cheek. Tears of fear came out of the man's eyes.

"They all get in a circle around me, and begin beating me. I'm just a poor man, I don't know how to defend myself. The head of their little mob pulls out a knife and does this –" the Joker began carving a smile in the man's face. The man began crying and screaming in pain. "To me. And I get home, with the money. And you know what? My girlfriend wakes up and screams! She took everything so... seriously. I asked her, a couple of times. 'Why so serious?' She responds by leaving me to rot."

At this point, the man's face was complete. But it wasn't a grotesque smile: it was a disturbing frown.

"That's the price you gotta pay for not helping. ANYONE ELSE?" The Joker's voice boomed to all the people around. "You don't answer, I'll start cutting you into pieces and –"

"They're over there," said a small voice. A small man pointed at a room beyond the holding cells.

The Joker nodded, then shot him.

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Gotham City

Grin and Bare It, August 20, 11:30

No one was inside this disgusting place during the mornings. Night was when they came, in order to watch.

The girls here had no shame.

But it was vacant in the morning. So, a couple of the Joker's henchmen met here, hoping the Joker himself wouldn't know. Jonny Frost and his "friend," Monty, sat on the vacant chairs.

"We're gonna have to figure out something to do."