Chapter Thirty-Four
Joker slammed his fist down on the desk. "No… No….NO! That isn't gonna work," he said. "I must reconfigure the spray pattern, for maximum effect."
He got up and exited the Fun House. Making his way across the park, he entered the maintenance facility. Poison Ivy was seated at a table in her glass enclosure, calculating the right formulations for the new gas Joker wanted.
"Pamela," Joker began, "how's it coming on my new formula? Will it work or not?"
Ivy looked at him. "I cannot work with you yammering at me," she said. "But, yes, I think it will work."
Joker howled with laughter. "Excellent!"
Ivy asked, "Why are you doing this? What's in it for you? And more importantly, what happens to Harley?"
Joker shot her a look that would have melted steel. "Harls is like a pet to me, you know, the kind you kick around and they still keep coming back for more. Heh heh heh. I like poodles…do you like poodles?"
"I can take them or leave them. What's that got to do with Harley?"
"Harley...was I talking about Harley? Gee, these last few weeks have all been a blur; I can't keep two thoughts together."
Joker sat down in a nearby chair. "You see, Vines, it's like this," he said. "The country will soon turn into a bunch of brain-fried zombies. Oh they'll be functioning zombies, don't you fret, but they'll be crazy. Like me…hahahahahahahahahaha. And the best part? Batman will be right there with them. No one is safe."
"Except me," Poison Ivy replied. "You forgot your toxin doesn't work on me."
Joker leered at Ivy. "Red, I've got that covered. When the plan has been set into motion, I plan on killing you," he said.
"Again, you lunatic...what about Harley?" Ivy was really starting to panic.
"Oh…I don't know…I may keep her around…Or I could just kill her too."