The Joker led us to a safe house deep in the heart of the Narrows. He had obviously been expecting to escape incarceration. But what I fond truly astounding at the time was that he already had a laboratory ready for me to use, complete with a full range of chemicals.

"Alright Doc, get to work."

And work I did. I directed Clayface, Casanova, and Tetch to assist the Joker in readying the hideout for the arrival of more of Joker's thugs. Meanwhile I went about creating both my fear gas and Joker's, well I suppose the best way to describe it is laughing gas. Though that is a tad cliché.

Now my original gas was derived from a hallucinogenic flower given to me by Ra's al Ghul. Unfortunately I was not in possession of said flower so I had to synthesize a gas out of the chemicals provided to me by Joker, which took me all night. I was working on his gas when I was interrupted.

"Oh Doc, come quick. We're on the TV."

I had originally intended to ignore him. I wanted to finish his first batch of gas so I could make more of my own.

"This morning we bring you some truly terrifying news from the Narrows."

My other began to howl at the mention of the word terrifying, forcing me into the other room. There I saw the Joker. He had dyed his hair green and applied makeup to his face, making his smile even more hideous.

I sat down next to Harley who had also applied grease paint to her face, though hers was much more carefully applied. I remember noticing how there wasn't something quite right with her, but I couldn't tell what it was.

"There was a break out at Arkham Asylum last night. It appears a majority of the inmates were released, though by who remains unknown. Several dangerous inmates managed to escape. These include the child murder Jervis "Mad Hatter" Tetch and brutal rapist Frank "Casanova" Carter. But the most dangerous inmate Arkham held is also on the loose."

"Here it comes Harley baby. They'll read through that big long list of murders I've committed. Talk about how psychotic I am. Maybe warn everyone to stay indoors. Is that popcorn ready?"

Joker propped his feet on the table in front of him and leaned back. I fully expected the news anchor to say everything Joker thought he would. But both of us were wrong.

"Jonathan Crane, now better known as Scarecrow, is believed to have fled into the city late last night. Crane, who was the former head of psychiatry at Arkham Asylum, was convicted of conspiring in the terrorist attacks that struck the city several years ago. Lieutenant Jim Gordon of the Gotham Police Department had no comment."

Now during my years at Arkham I had often seen inmates fly into insane rages. But I expected most of them too. But to see the Joker act the same was shocking to me.

He dove across the table and snatched the little television up. Then as he proceeded to bash it into the floor he screamed about how they could leave him out. He was perplexed as to how they could talk about a pencil necked weakling who wears a sack on his head and completely ignore him.

Not even Harley could calm him. When she did try Joker began to beat her about the head in face. Some of the blows were so violent I was sure they would kill her. None of this knew what to do, so we did nothing. My other howled for me to stop Joker. He tried to convince me that Harley should be ours.

But Joker stopped after a little while. He then turned and walked towards me. He lifted me up by the collar, and I was about to call to Clayface for help when the Joker explained himself.

"HAHAHA! I get it Doc. ITS FUCKING HILARIOUS! It is so nice to see those stiff old news anchors get a sense of humor. But you see the problem is that I make all the jokes around here. Finish the gas Doc. We're going to be TV tonight."

The Joker then left, delivering another kick to Harley's ribs before walking out the door. I don't know where he went. But he would come back later with several armed men.

Please understand that chemistry, especially the mind altering kind, is very difficult. It requires the utmost concentration. So when Harley began to sob in the other room it was very distracting.

"Harley dear, would you please be so kind as to shut your fucking mouth? I don't want to incur the Joker's wrath by messing up this first batch of gas."

"Sorry Doc. Say Jonathan, do you think you can fix me up a bit? You know, before Mister J. gets back?"

I stood up and walked into the other room. Harley's face was already showing signs of bruising, her makeup smearing because of the blood that was poring from her nose. I bent down and took her face in my hands.

"Harley, I have far more important things to do right now. I could care less about you looking pretty for the Joker. You're a doctor, I think, fix it yourself."

Then I through her back into the couch and returned to my work. She sat there in silence for a long time. But eventually she began to cry once more. I loaded a dose of my gas into the weapons system the Joker provided for me and went to see Harley.

"Now listen to me Harly. Stop this incessant blubbering or I will give you something to cry about, do you understand me? I'll' help make you as insane as the Joker and I. Is that what you want?"

"Fuck you Jonathan! You won't do it. You wouldn't want to make the Joker mad."

"In case you haven't noticed Harley dear…the Joker isn't here."

After gassing her I watched her for a little while longer. Her thrashing around in fear was strangely attractive to me. Finally I returned to my work, whistling along to Harley's screams of terror.