The formula is quite simple in causing a little mayhem, a few sticks of dynamite, do something unexpected, no warning, no demands, just a simple boom. When something spontaneous occurs so many people's worlds suddenly fall causing general panic and mayhem. However, if you give a warning such as… the president will be shot at such and such time if such and such does not happen, when he dies people would surly mourn him, however it gave the public time the brace themselves. What's the fun in people mopping around? I'd rather see energy, screaming, running, dashing this way and that to figure out what happened, and the fear everyone would give, now that is simply delicious.

A few moment's ago several of my goons had grabbed construction workers from their scene, brought them into a dark ally, killed them, and stole their uniforms without anyone being the wiser. This in itself would not be significant, and people would have eventually noticed, but my goons came back looking just like the workers, and seemed to be continuing to do their job.

These particular workers had been responsible for repairing the roof and upgrading the security of one of the city's great icons of justice, Gotham's own town hall. With my little, adjustments… life is about to become much more fun.

I sat a distance away watching with a telescope as they worked installing wiring, planting little toy's within the building's roof. Before long a hand held radio at my side went off as a male voice spoke, "It's all ready boss."

I broke out in hysterical laughter while pulling out a remote trigger and pressed down, "Let's see how you deal with this Batsy!"

Polls shot up on the sides of town hall's main entrance hitting a trigger, one after another. Within moments town hall had the appearance of a wicked circus with a gaping clown head for the entrance, draping curtains of multiple colors covering every wall, and the clown itself light up in neon colors laughing Joker's own signature laugh.

Within police attempted to escape to discover what was happening, but every way was sealed, and it was as if each window was reinforced with cement. Commissioner Gordon reached into his jacket after stepping into a men's restroom stall and let out a sigh, and pulled out a black what appeared to be a gps device with a bat symbol on it. He pressed down causing red flashes to go out from the center of the bat as he replaced the device into his jacket. "I'm sorry Batman, we need you even if most of us have voted to have you arrested. I pray L fails in capturing you."

A large clown shaped hot air balloon sprung up from the horizon floated and landed on town hall's roof baring the Joker himself. The red and white makeup crackled under the artist of murders expression of insane blissful look of achievement while holding up a megaphone, "I will be your ticket taker. Come inside it's a dream. Enter the fun house; no one can hear you scream. Come one come all, to the greatest show on earth! Madness, murder, and dismay all lies within the greatest show on earth!"

As expected, within moment's the bat came down over the Joker slamming his black gloved hand into his face, "What are you up to Joker!", he growled out at the wicked clown.

Joker winced in pain at the blow, "You know Batsy; we have known one another for some time now. A simple how are you, how the family is, or a hello is would have been polite. However, if you must go on with demands, why not take a long inside. You know, this little funhouse I made brings me back. Do you recall the ab…"

Batman cut him off by slamming his fist into the criminal's nose again as he growled, "I don't have time for your little games Joker, what are you up to in all of this? What are you doing to the police, or politicians, and commissioner?"

He growled out in pain while spitting blood out to the side, "If I didn't know any better Batsy I would think you didn't like me, the way you go on hitting me. As for your little friends within, they are simply fine… perhaps a bit bloody, dismembered, stabbed, slashed, dying, dead, or alive. However, I am afraid you won't be able to help them."

The Batman growled as he lashed out again, "Why is that!"

The Joker laughed insanely as he took the blow as he slammed his hand into Batman's face shooting out a massive bolt of electricity through the Bat's body, and into his own sending each flying and crashing onto different sides of the roof rendered unconscious.

A man wearing a rubber clown mask baring a gun slammed into a room within town hall observing a laptop, several test tubes, microscopes, huge folders filled with pages, and two males one elderly, the other a young man in his twenties taking a crunch out of an animal cracker.

The masked man approached the young man while speaking, "Do not hate me in the afterlife, all of this is business. We seal everyone in, murder each individual within, and leave the place as gory a mess as possible. "

Listless black eyes of the young man locked onto the thug as he slowly picked up another animal cracker biting off the head, "Watari, would you please take care of this please? I'd rather not be interrupted from my snack."

The old male bowed as he approached gripping the man by the arm holding the gun and twisted it behind his back, "Certainty sir." With a blood curdling shriek Watari snapped the criminal's arm sending the gun to the floor with his arm hanging limply. Immediately after, the butler sent a single chop to the aggressor's shoulder blade to knock him out.

As he calmly finished his animal crackers, L stood up in his slouched posture, and exited the room to investigate the going's on. L's listless, seemingly sleepless eyes took in a body as soon as he stepped into the hall a bit down, with a slash through its throat. The corpse was a female left there to bleed out.

L continued onward, seeing room after room of bodies murdered in various ways, finding not a soul left. It seems to be a clean sweep… comes in, each takes a room, murder those within, and leave. He stopped in place hearing a sudden blast within a room to his right. The male peered under the door finding several sets of boots walking around, and many bound feet.

L glanced over to Watari whispering, "Tear gas the room… aim for the northeastern side, ten feet away from the door." The young man stepped to the side as Watari rolled a small ball under the door and pulled out a small trigger, pressing it.

In moments many voices where heard screaming in pain, cussing, yelling in fear, as shots began coming out wildly. L slammed the door open rushing in, and behind him followed Watari. In moments the men were bound, and hostages set free from their restraints.

L lead the large group through town hall with little speaking from the coughing, nearly gagging officials. He stopped at the front door and pushed in on it finding it would not budge. The mysterious man held out his hand, and Watari produced a screwdriver. Within moment's the hinges where off, and the door came down revealing Batman's unconscious body at their feet.

Slowly the man with long white sleeves stepped forward and swatted at the Batman's side looking over a large burn in the shape of an electronic buzzer across the only place one can see of his body, Batman's face. L glances over his shoulder toward the crowd and whispered, "Back them away… do not let them see this. I'll bring him to safety and treat his burn. I will not take a victory when he is in this stat."

Watari began backing the crowd away as L heaved Batman over his shoulder and began walking him into a dark alley where he reached into his own pocket producing a wrap and burn ointment, and got to work.