My phone call, just wanted my phone call.
Ha! The idiots. Now I surveyed the broken, smoldering room around me and tossed my gagging hostage down to the floor. I walked casually to the door, deciding that while I was out I should have a little fun, before I put my....big plan, into effect. Yes, I, the Joker, had a plan. In normal circumstances I simply would NOT admit to this. But there are things no one shall ever know about me. For instance, I made PLANS all the time, they were simply never...complete. I left them open like a pick-your-own-ending Goosebumps book, or perhaps one of those madlibs. Hee hee. Now those were fun.
But anyway, to make a long story short, I simply was not ashamed to have a plan this time. This time, I needed one to cheer me up. My plan consisted of only a few words, and seeing as I scrawled it on my cell wall with some of the oozing blood from my forehead before I brought hostage-boy out to play, well, I was pretty sure the city of Gotham would be running around scared soon.
I couldn't wait.
Scrawled upon the wall inside the now destroyed City Police Headquarters, hopefully dripping and running in a show of ghoulish gore, read the words,
GET GORDON.