He had heard it all. The screams, the beautiful sound of guns being fired, and he felt as the panic and the sudden silence took over the building. Oh, how he had missed that.

Not a move was made from his part as he waited for what was obviously coming. The door of his cell was abruptly opened, and then he turned his head to see three of his minions by the door.

"Where's Jonny-boy?" he asked as one of his minions made his way over him in order to take his straightjacket off.

"He and some of the guys went to find the doc, boss," one of the other minions, the one with an eyeball mask, answered.

"Oh! I see, you are going to escort me there, aren't ya?" he said with a chuckle, the man finished taking the straightjacket off and returned to his spot by the door.

"Yes, boss."

"Aww, all this trouble for little old me. Well, better make myself presentable," he said still chuckling.

He stood up slowly, the cracking sound of his joints filling the small room. He pulled his uniform shirt over his head and carelessly threw it to the ground. Another thug, one dressed in a full body uniform that looked like he was skinned alive, made his way over him and pulled out a small suitcase. The Clown Prince of Crime stared at the content of the suitcase, he then, pointed at two items and pulled out his left hand for the other man to do his job. His gaze went from the door to his hand at the feeling of the cold metal settling on his finger, and his hand made a 'stop' sign when one of the man got closer to him carrying a purple crocodile skin coat.

"It's a bit early for such formalities and we don't want to make the rest feel underdressed, do we?" he said. And with a nod of his head, the thug took the coat carefully and placed it on his forearm, knowing that he was now the boss's coat hanger.

"Well, let's not keep the guests waiting," he said, and one of the thugs started to lead the way to the 'Back Room'.

As they walked through the remains of the halls of the asylum, Joker couldn't help but chuckled at the lifeless bodies decorating the floor. The same bodies that belonged to people too stupid to crossed him when they thought they were save on the other side of the cell...and people stupid enough to believe he would not escape.

"Sooner or later, am I right guys?" he said between laughs, and they knew better than to interfere with his own good mood.

When they arrived to the room, two other goons, the ones wearing the same mask with only sharp teeth's in black and white, were outside the door.

"Pain! Panic!" he beamed at the bloodthirsty goons, and asked, "Is everyone in there?"

They nodded and the one in the white mask, Panic, took the coat from the other goon and opened the door for his boss.

"Get offa me!" screamed Harleen as Jonny Frost tied the leather straps that hold her body down on the cot. Right in the middle of the party.

"How's the patient, Jonny-boy?" he asked as he put on one lavender colored latex globe.

"Down and ready, sir."

"Good, good," he got closer to the cot, and Harleen, who had been busy crying and screaming, realized that he was on the same room as her. That made her cry more.

"How rude! After I doll myself up for this occasion," he said with a fake pout on his face.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a whisper-like tone.

"Who's that?" ignoring her question, he turned to see a bald man sitting on another cot.

"He was here when we arrived, sir," responded Frost.

"I don't like uninvited guests," he murmured as he got closer to the shaking man. "Maybe we should-"

"Hey! I'm fucking talking to you!" Harleen's scream interrupted what he was saying, and everybody on the room went silent.

Realizing what she just did, she said in a much lower voice, "I asked you what are you going to do to me and you didn't answered…I just want to know-"

Practically on her face, he responded, "Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise for you, doll."

"So we better get started!" he exclaimed once he found a spot next to the cot.

He brought down a lamp, placing it almost on Harleen's face, who was forced to close her eyes at the sudden brightness.

"Where do you wanna start, mph?" he asked to Harleen, but she just continued to cry softly. He turned his head to his minions, "Where do we start?"

One of them answered, "Maybe taking off her doctor's lab coat…she's the patient after all."

An unrecognizable emotion took over Joker's face, but it quickly faded as he forced a chuckle and said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, you dirty pervert."

Suddenly, Mr. Sanders started screaming as the situation he found himself in became too much to handle for him.

With an angry growl, Joker turned over and screamed, "Shut up!"

But that didn't stop the poor man from screaming. It only made it worse.

Seething at the interruption, Joker grabbed a baseball bat from one of his minions and said to another, "Take him over there," nodding his head to a little room behind him.

He followed them and closed the door behind him.

Not even a few seconds later, bloody screams filled the room.

Taking advantage of the fact that Joker was busy and that the goons seemed to be far more interested in what was happening there than in her, she saw her opportunity to escape. It didn't make any sense whatsoever because even if she did free herself from the restrains the heavily armed goons were still on the same room as her.

But she had to try, didn't she?

And for just one second, she thought that it would be possible. Feeling her arms slipping from the leather straps she found herself cheering before time as Jonny Frost's stare caught her movements and got closer to her.

"Please," she whispered, but he only tight up her restrains even more than before, leaving her without any room to move her arms.

The screams died out, and the door opened.

With his arms extended, Joker said, "And now that the, uh, distractions are gone we can continue. Is the patient ready?"

"I don't understand this. I only tried to help you," she said in hopes of changing his mind. Even though she knew better.

"Of course you did. Now hold still, doll."

"What? Are you gonna kill me?" she asked in a defeated tone.

He came closer to her and responded, "Oh. I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna hurt ya really, really bad."

She caught sight of the equipment he was going to use on her and gasped.

ECT.

Feeling a strange sense of defiance, she responded, "Ya think so? I assure you I can take it."

"Sounds like a challenge to me," he said with a wide smile as he made her bite another leather strap. "Wouldn't want to ruin that smile. You'll need it for later," he said with a wink.

Shaking from fear, she felt her cheeks wet with tears. And through a blurry vision, she saw his hands, that were holding something, come closer to her face.

He stopped, suddenly, and said, "I saw somewhere that the patient needs to be relax before this…or was it the dog?" he looked around as if looking for somebody to have the answer, and continued, "Whaddaya say boys? Let's sing her something soothing."

Surprisingly for Harleen, the goons didn't seem weirded out with the command.

She gasped underneath the strap as she felt his hot breathing next to her left ear, "Hey there, little girl," he started singing, and his employees started to hummed along.

"Come inside I've got some sweet things," she turned her head and her eyes widened at the sight of a man dressed in a panda suit carrying a big gun.

"Put your hair in curls," eyes grew impossibly big as the same man waved his hand at her, as well as a man with a baby mask and a man with a muscle costume.

"Come outside, don't be afraid, I'll keep you safe," that last part was a whispered from the Joker.

"Yeah. I think that did the deed," he said quietly.

And then…

…indescribable pain took over Harleen's body.

Her screams became so loud and high pitched that Jonny Frost, who was at the side of the cot, couldn't help but to make a face at the sound.

Harleen's screams finally died down, and Joker took a step back to admired his work. He put his arms behind his head and let out a deep sigh.

"That was something else," he murmured to himself as he took one last look and walked over to Panic to take his coat.

As he was putting it on, he heard the familiar sound of a gun getting ready to fired, turning around, he saw Frost aiming his gun at Harleen, and wiggled his index finger at him in a 'no, no, no' motion.

"You sure, boss?" Frost was surprised at the rare loose end that his boss was leaving.

"Of course I'm sure, Frosty," he said in a low voice, making it clear that he didn't want his orders to be questioned, "Besides, we have more people to see. It would be rude to not stop by little old Dr. Arkham' s office after everything he's done for me. So thoughtful."

He left and the rest followed suit, leaving Harleen's unconscious body alone on that room.

Sure enough they found Dr. Arkham' s office, but Dr. Arkham wasn't the only one there. Before the whole ordeal had started, Dr. Hamill had gone there to discuss some patients' files, and after the commotion was heard, they had both remained hidden in there.

Until Batman entered the room. It wasn't obviously the real Batman, but rather another of Joker's goons known as Batsy-Bat for the Batman mask he used on jobs.

Joker thought it was a good joke.

He entered the room to find Batsy-Bat aiming his gun at the doctor's head, and with a dreamy sigh, Joker said, "Oh. If only." He got closer to Dr. Hamill and said, "With all of those years studying everything with the mind you must know, how does a bullet in the brain feels like?"

"…W-wh-" he was cut off as a bullet inserted itself in between his eyes.

"Glad I didn't waste my time in college, seems like it doesn't work," he said. "Out, all of you, I have something hush-hush to tell to this fellow," he told to his goons.

Once they left the room, he got closer to Dr. Arkham, who was curled up next to his desk.

"You know for someone as coward as yourself you sure do have some fucked up balls to pull shit like that and believe that you're still 'sane'," he murmured as his glare turned darker.

"I-I don't know what are you talking about," he stammered out.

"So predictable too," he said, "A predictable coward. How boring."

"If you're going to kill me, do it, don't beat around the bush," Dr. Arkham hissed out.

"Oh! You think I'm going to kill you? Don't flatter yourself, you're not a big fish. Not like your daddy was," he said with a chuckle.

Arkham' s brow furrowed with anger as he recalled his father's brutal murder at the hands of a lunatic he tried to help during life.

That only made Joker laughed harder, "Don't look at me like that. If it hadn't been me, it would had been you. That's why you do it, don't you? Because you feel that you weren't recognized enough."

"…Do what?"

"For a while there I really thought it had been Harley, but you're crazier than her, aint ya?"

"…How did you find out?"

"I'm not stupid, she wasn't here, Dr. Hamill didn't have the balls and you're a desperate fuck who thinks everything that comes out of his mouth is gold."

"Aren't you talking about yourself?" he asked with a smug smirk.

But instead of being angry, Joker just seemed amused, "For a walking dead man you sure like to dig your grave deeper."

"What grave? You told me you weren't going to kill me. Who's the coward, huh?"

"I'm not going to kill you, Harley on the other hand," he said with a shrug and a smirk of his own.

"Harley? You mean Dr. Quinzel?" he asked in disbelief.

"Her."

A loud laugh made it way from Dr. Arkham' s mouth at the idea of the little blonde airhead killing him.

But Joker didn't laugh.

"Guess you aren't called Joker for nothing. Dr. Quinzel doesn't even mistreat garbage like you, what makes you think that she would kill somebody?"

"What makes you think you aren't garbage?" he responded, but continued, "As for Dr. Quinzel, now she wouldn't, but Harley would and will."

"Harley? And what makes her different?"

"Still don't know. We'll have to wait until she wakes up to see how the juice hit her brain."

And that's when Dr. Arkham noticed the small drips of blood on Joker's hands and chest. He had never liked Dr. Quinzel, but he couldn't suppress the sick feeling on his stomach at the idea of what the mad man had done to her.

Oh well, as long as it isn't me, he thought.

Joker made his way towards the door, but stopped to say, "In case people start looking for this," holding his hand up to show some files, "I'm taking them. Let's say that I might need them to get Harley's reaction where I want it."

With a chuckle he opened the door and said, "Panic, Pain, be good boys and give him a good beating. Not hard enough to kill him, but hard enough to make him wish he was dead."

The goons entered the room, and, as Joker started walking through the hall, he heard the screams coming out of the office.

Pushing the front door open, he saw that his goons were already there, waiting for him.

Jonny-boy standing next to his purple Lamborghini.

Making his way to it, he took the keys from Frost and turned to look at the asylum.

The grey from the sky made it look abandoned and the view that it had being on the top of a hill allowed him to see the Bat-sign lighting up the sky.

And with a chuckle he turned to his minions and said, "Let's go spread some laughter, boys!"

That's that.

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