"Mr. J wants you to come to electrotherapy," said Harley, distracting Batman from his thoughts an hour later. "Says the guys have something they wanna say to you."

Batman followed her back to the room and opened the door. All the supercriminals still glared at him, and Joker beamed as he entered. "Batsy, the guys are sorry about all the unpleasantness earlier, and they just wanna apologize to you for their behavior. Doncha, guys?"

There was a non-committal muttering around the group. "And I've explained the situation to the gents…" continued Joker.

"And lady," growled Ivy.

"And…female, and we've all agreed, some with more reluctance than others, to help you bust outta here. Haven't we, boys?"

There was another round of non-committal muttering. "Haven't we, Pammie?" asked Joker, turning to her and smiling.

She shrugged. "Having Bats in our power and just letting him go seems like madness to me, but then what did I really expect from you, J? And I gotta admit, this Ra's al Ghul sounds like a man with the right idea. A guy who wants to wipe humanity from the face of the earth is my kinda guy. Is he hot?"

Batman looked at her. "He's six-hundred years old."

"And is he hot?" she repeated.

"I'm afraid I'm not the best judge of male attractiveness," retorted Batman. "But I do know that he won't be interested in a relationship with someone he sees as a lesser form of humanity. Criminals are no better than animals in his eyes."

"And I imagine you don't help with that perception, eh, Bat-boy?" chuckled Joker.

"I'm not a criminal," growled Batman.

"No? You go around assaulting people without official authorization," replied Joker. "In my book that's a criminal. Also, people who scream when they go to see horror movies, and then laugh right after, they're criminals too. They completely kill the tension. Normally I have to kill them in return, usually with Joker toxin so they die laughing."

"Puddin' really gets into his movies," murmured Harley, sliding a hand up his chest and kissing him.

"And this is gonna be just like The Great Escape, only with fewer Nazis," laughed Joker. "I hate Nazis," he muttered, suddenly serious. "No sense of humor, that was their problem. That and the whole genocide thing."

He cleared his throat. "Right. Harley, you're with me taking Batsy down to the tunnels. I need the rest of you to provide a distraction, something that'll keep the guards and doctors occupied enough not to be watching the security cameras."

"What do you suggest?" asked Ivy.

"Am I the only one here with any imagination, Pammie?" sighed Joker. "I dunno - a fight or something. Hey, Crocky!" he shouted. "Eddie Nygma here called you a sissy!"

"I did not…" began the Riddler, but he was suddenly punched in the face and sent flying by Killer Croc, right into Clayface. Clayface roared, morphing his hand into a hammer and sending Croc knocking into Poison Ivy, who immediately leapt at Clayface, knocking him into Two-Face. It didn't take long for a full-scale fight to start.

During the chaos, Joker grabbed Batman's hand and dashed from the room. "C'mon, Batsy," he said. "Gotta hurry before the guards get here!"

He whistled and Harley, who had the Ventriloquist in a headlock, dropped him and raced after them.

"Dr. Leland, the inmates are rioting again!" gasped a guard, rushing into Dr. Leland's office.

"Where?" she demanded, standing up.

"Electrotherapy!"

Dr. Leland nodded, rushing from the room and down the hall. She passed the security desk and shouted, "We'll need all available guards to stop the…"

She paused suddenly as her eyes fixed on the security cameras. She saw the Joker opening the door to the basement, with Batman and Harley following behind him.

"Dr. Leland, what…" began the security guard, about to turn around and look at the cameras.

"I said we'll need all available guards in electrotherapy! Now!" shouted Dr. Leland. He jumped to his feet and dashed off, terrified by the look she was giving him. Dr. Leland watched him go, and then turned her attention back to the cameras, where Harley was closing the door carefully behind them. She beamed. "Nice going, Joker. Get him outta here," she whispered. "God, if he weren't a psychotic maniac, I'd kiss him for this."