Chapter 3
The nurses went into the cell and pulled him to a stretcher and then a few moments later, to an armored car. They trusted her, and foolishly didn't even make sure he was truly asleep. Each went in to their assigned spots; she sitting next to him. She idly played with a clip board, and glanced around.
"I doubt they can keep 'im.." Commented Johnston, rolling his eyes.
"... Little freak.. I can't stand to be near him, after all the shit he's pulled..." The man looked down with disgust, his face contorted in a grimace.
"... He's crazy, man..." The other one nodded, and they both looked to her. She caught their eyes, and raised an eyebrow.
"... How do you honestly know he's crazy? For all you know, dear, he could be the epitome of sanity- and the rest of us have broken away from what was supposed to be 'normal' for our race. Look at all of the early humans; we were a murderous and partially psychotic people... Perhaps he is the true human, and the rest of us are simply imitations with faulty beliefs in what is right, or wrong. Perhaps what he does is the only true 'right', and what we do is wrong... It's all a point of perspective, boys." The men looked from one to the other, and they both shuddered at her.
"... He's still crazy," reasoned Johnston, but it was only murmured.
The two men continued in idle banter about what the Joker was, or was not, and the man himself was merely lolling around, head to the side against whatever object of support he had next to him. He was keeping the appearance of sleep. Though, Joker was waiting for the faintest sign, the cue, the right moment when his men would come to the rescue.
The two guards did not notice, then, that behind them was a tow truck, and it was gradually getting closer and closer. They also did not notice--what with Gotham's foggy nights and enveloping darkness, the sharp objects evidently placed to flat the tires.
First came the bump, and the unisonous hiss from all four tires, and the unexpected cries as the men lurched forward. At the same time, the van was hauled to a stop as the tow truck literally harpooned the back of the car, keeping them well in place. Joker took the sudden lurch, back and forth, to act, and within a second, he had a gun, pointed to each their heads...
"...See, gentlemen... I...am not...crazy. I'm...not. And I must tell you, lies..." he took a deep breath...
"...Lies should not be told in front of the man being, uh, slandered. "....P-please....Please, don't kill us..." Johnston said. The Joker cackled.
"...And since when did begging work on someone crazy?" From the outside of the van, two sparks could be seen, followed by a pop, and the heavy splatter of blood on the windshields. Licking his lips, he turned to Harley.
"...Exit, Stage right, doll." And, he bailed out of the car
Harley's eyes rested on Johnston as the final sliver of recognition passed over them. She smirked at him, before following her Joker.