When The Joker began to come to, he found that he was dangling upside down, and began to laugh until he had to cough. He ended up coughing blood onto himself, but wasn't exactly unpleased by the fact.
Soon, the Mad Hatter, otherwise known as Jervis Tetch, walked in and waved a pocket watch in front of Joker's face.
"Hey~! Nice watch."
"You like it?"
"I'd like it better if you weren't flaunting it."
Hatter let out a snicker and pulled the watch back, giving Joker a slight shove to mildly disorient him.
"You and I both know that Batman will come to my rescue. So why don't you just let me go, and we can both take him down?"
"Intriguing offer, my dearest Alice... but I'm afraid I must refuse. I count on Batman's arrival. ... Look at you, Alice! You're in such disarray! I think we should get you cleaned up and in your best dress..."
Joker's smirk disappeared when the Mad Hatter tugged off the green bowtie that had been around his neck. "Wait, what are you doing? Get your filthy hands off of me, freak!" However, Joker was fairly powerless to stop him, as he was not only weak from his illness, but also had his hands restrained behind his back.
The Mad Hatter giggled triumphantly as Joker struggled against him, knowing that it was futile. After opening the clown prince of crime's shirt, he came to notice the problem before him. "Well, Alice, this simply won't do! I'll have to cut this suit off of you."
"Don't you dare!" Joker snarled, not even bothering to come up with a funny little joke to add to his protest. He knew that unlike with Batman, what Joker did and didn't say changed little when it came to Hatter, who didn't even seem to be listening to him to begin with.
"Ah, well, I suppose it can wait. In the meantime, I must do something about that makeup..."
When the Mad Hatter revealed a damp cloth shortly after, Joker kept moving his face away.
"Hold still, Alice!"
"Go to Hell, y-"
Both of them stopped for a moment when they heard a door slam.
"Whoever could that be?"
"It's probably Batman. He's probably here to kick your ass and save me. About goddamned time, I might add!"
"You think I am the Bat? You must be more obsessed with him than I thought." said the voice of their mystery visitor, who was keeping himself hidden in the shadows. "It is quite a laugh to see how far The Joker has fallen, though. Now you've become nothing but another one to the hat-lover's playthings, and Batman is too busy with my riddles to come to your rescue as you say he will."
Mad Hatter grinned and slowly turned toward the voice. "Oh, Alice. It appears the Cheshire Cat had made his untimely entrance."
The figure stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself. "It is I - Edward E. Nigma."