Why So Serious? Ch. 1

[joker]

12am

The Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Insane was receiving a new inmate today. Some crazy man who ran into the Gotham police station nude and started a fight with the officers. The bruises from the exchange could still be seen all over his face and body. Which only enhanced the already disfigured man's overall creepiness factor.

'John Doe' was escorted from the police car he arrived in and handed over to two asylum guards. After giving the inmate a body check and new clothing, they walked him down the halls. He laughed and chuckled as his brown eyes roamed around. 'John Doe' was taking mental awareness of the asylum's layout. Thoughts and ideas bubbled up in the man's twisted mind. Unknowingly to everyone else, he had a plan.

'John Doe' was thrown into a padded room with distaste from the guards. They obviously had enough of the man's weird laughing and disfigured faced. Slowly the man rose from the ground and stood stiffly erect in the center of the room. He slightly tilted his head to the side and started laughing even louder than before. Freaked out even further, one of the guards asked from the room entrance ”What's so funny?”

“Well ya' see, I'm laughing becccccauze......your both going to die ahahaha” replied 'John Doe.' The two guards backed up further from the room and slammed the metal door closed. Swiftly they locked it from the outside and sped off to their other endeavors. They didn't know what to think of the man. They dealt with psychotic people on a daily basis, however something was seriously freighting about this inmate. `

“Oh.... now this should be a challenge ahahahahahahahahaha, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!” babbled 'John Doe' as he pulled his arms outward to test the strength of his straight-jacket.

[joker]

1am

John Doe started coughing as he laid prostrate on the floor. Moments later he puked up a closed pocketknife. He picked up the knife with his mouth. With ease he opened the knife using his teeth and tongue. Once open he held it between his teeth and slide it across the straight-jacket. In the process he managed to cut himself a couple of times. The pain was of no concern to him, in fact he enjoyed it.

Once he had the straight-jacket disassembled, 'John Doe' screamed at the top of his lungs. Just like he planned, he got the attention of a guard. The previously mentioned guard made his way to the cell and looked inside through the peephole. His eyes then widen at the sight of a empty bloody cell. Out of panic he carelessly opened the steel door and entered inside.

'John Doe' jumped down from the ceiling with knife in hand. With force he jammed the blade into the guard's neck, killing him instantly. Silently the guard dropped to the floor. He took the guard's key-chain and then exited the opened cell. 'John Doe' creped out of his cell and through the halls with knife in hand. As he reached the end of the hall, he used the keys to open the large steel door.

He made his way to the stairs, silently slicing and dicing any guard he came up against. When he reached the main floor, he went right past the main entrance leading outside and into the office areas. Using the keys, he opened the office of Jeremiah Arkham.

'John Doe' opened the file cabins within the office and went through the files. He took notice of six folders and then headed back upstairs to the cells. 'John Doe' then opened the six cells corresponding with the cell numbers on the folders, releasing the inmates inside. He passed one of them car keys, and told them “Find the car.” He gave the others different keys and said “Open all of the cells.”

The remaining guards noticed something was wrong and pushed the emergency alarm button. Sadly by this time they were to late. All the inmates ascended from their cells and headed for the exit. Blood and screams covered the asylum as the remaining guards were attacked and slaughtered throughout the building.

The five men he first freed returned to 'John Doe's' side. Together the group strolled their way to the first floor. “They try to control things, they go to work 5 days, and church on Sundays like good little slaves, they think their safe in their little routines, they call us crazy, but they are the ones walking with blindfolds over their eyes, chasing after things that don't matter, they think they're safe, but your never safe, no one is safe! Lets show them that their efforts to control everything has failed, ha-ha ahahahahaha!” said 'John Doe, as he and his crew walked.

[joker]

1:45am

“Chaos ! Oh how I love chaos! Aha ha ha ahahahahahahahahaha.” Some inmates ran out of the asylum like 'bats out of hell' , some attacked the guards who treated them like less than human, while others just walked around like mindless zombies uncertain what to do with their new found freedom. John Doe was nevertheless pleased with the resulting chaos. His disfigured smile reached from ear to ear.

“Make up! I need makeup!” said 'John Doe' as he skipped his way through the halls of the first floor. He reached the arts & craft room and kicked it open. Like a lunatic he ran through the room, looking for make up. In the midst of the rummaging he found a couple of clown mask. 'John Doe' threw five at his crew and said “Put these on.” He slammed one down on the table for the car driver.

'John Doe' grabbed a mirror and then started applying the makeup to his face. “I feel pretty! Oh so pretty! I feel pretty and witty and gay! And I pitty any girl in the world who isn't me tonight!" chanted the man over and over during the process.

With the completed make-up he stood up and screamed, “SWAG!” His five masked henchmen started laughing. “ Did I use that right? Tell me I used that right...Uh whatever ahahaha.” 'John Doe' stood in meditation for a moment after his comment, then continued “Go find weapons and a video camera, its showtime boys!” The men ran out of the room in search for the items.

'John Doe' grabbbed one of the men's arms and requested, "Find the car driver and give this to him." He placed the sixth mask into the man's hand. As that man ran to complete the request, 'John Doe' turned his attention to a closet. He slowly opened the closet finding the costumes. Furiously he threw out the clothing till he found something he liked. "Perfection!" he said as he began to change into his new attire.

Tag: The Riddler

[riddler]

[OOC: This takes place right after the child incident, but before the thread with Batman. I edited previous thread to fit this in.]

Edward was not happy, not happy at all. They preach to him that he needed psychiatric help and then condemn him to the nuthouse. The doctors at Gotham General Hospital truly were stupid to think he belongs here with the insane. He had heard of Arkham Asylum but never took notice to it before. Why would he? The insane held no interest to them. Most were in here because their parent's couldn't deal with an adult who couldn't dress himself in the morning. They tossed them aside like old toys into this 'therapy' home. To think he was also stashed with criminals. The ones who muttered to themselves as they robbed a Seven Eleven or the ones who kill their mother thinking it's the boogie man. Why was he here? Those stupid security guards at the hospital. When he got out of here he would hire someone with more bronze then himself. He might have been confined to a cane, but he would not have large men pushing him around.

He sat on his bed as he pulled out two folders from under his pillow. He had been here for a week and in that time he was doing quite a bit of research on Nickleson and Carpenter. He wasn't particularly worried about being in the Asylum for too long. He had already convince or irritated his psychiatrist to the point of calling him sane. He hadn't done anything besides threaten a child. Nothing compared to some of the other freaks in this place. For that reason, they gave him access to the computer lounge which gave him time to work. He needed to work. He needed to make things perfect. Leam might have sent him here, but it would not waste his time. He had also learned through the grapevines who could possibly help supply the equipment he was searching for.

When the alarm started going off he ripped his eyes from the folder to the flashing light and loud noise. One night of decent sleep, was it too much to ask for? Of course it was, no one had a decent size brain.

The next thing to happen caused him to roll his eyes. His door flew open. Seriously, did they hire monkeys? Where was the security in this place? His door of course hadn't been locked. His low security risk label made mobility easier for him, but he did recognize the fact that if his door flew open the likeliness of every other door being open was high. Oh joy...he would not be killed by some multi personality freak. He had finally taken back control of his life. He would not lose it again to the stupid people in this building. He grabbed the cane, they had allowed him to keep and then slid the two folders into his elastic waist band, underneath the cotton shirt. So unfashionable compared to his usual clothing choices.

He sighed as he headed to the door. He would find a guard and seek safety in a more secure location. There was no reason to escape when he would be released in a matter of days. He walked outside, putting his weight on his cane. Walking was still something he was getting used too. When he left his room, he noticed some of the other patients...going well insane. A bit expected. He saw two guards trying to hold back four patients then watched as one of the patients bashed a guards face into the wall.

Not that way, he thought calmly.

He turned the other direction and walked past the screaming and somewhat violent other patients. They seemed to not notice him. Stupid. Every time he saw a guard though, they were being abused. It appeared going to the guard wasn't the best option. He should just go back to his room and try to sleep. Yes, no reason to waste his time on such nonsense, he thought as he walked past the open art and crafts room. He took one quick glance and saw a bunch of men playing dress up.

He mentally frowned. He would teach Leam a lesson for ever sending him here with these...things. His glance was quick and he focused back on the hallway in front of him about ready to head for some much needed sleep.

[joker]

The first step for 'John Doe' was killing all of those men, women, and child in the streets of Gotham. That was the first stage of him embracing chaos, embracing the darkness. This new look was the second step. He was recreating himself. The former man was now gone, in fact 'John Doe' could barely even remember the old him. He also just really didn't care anyone, he was releasing yesterday and embrace today, embracing the new him.

It was funny how one bad day could turn someone into something so sinister, but 'John Doe' embraced it. He no long had the illusions that society forced on him. In fact, society sickened him, but he still felt the need to 'put on a smile on their face.' He didn't fully understand his new mission, his new purpose, but as he walked his new path, piece by piece he started to understand more.

Now alone and fully dressed, 'John Doe' made his way out of the arts & crafts room and into the halls. A smile still engulfed his face, but something bothered him as he observed his surroundings. There was a man with a cane, obviously a patient. The man was way too serious for 'John Doe', too calm, too relaxed, almost unaffected by the events going on around him. He didn't know if the man was on some type of prescription drugs or not, but he was about to find out.

Silently the 6'1” man crept up to the man with the cane. He held his knife tightly in his left hand and said from behind the man ”What a beautiful day I must say. I just love the sight of bloodspatter on the wall ahahahahaha..”

With force he stepped in front of the man. He raised his left hand, but only to scartch an itch on the side of his head with the knife. Slowly he lowered his left hand and stepped closer to the man. "But something is bugging me, a question is plaguing my mind....." He paused as he stepped even closer to the man. Now face to face, he asked "WHY SO SERIOUS?"

[riddler]

How does he manage to attract the attention of the insane? Edward frowned as he heard a man laugh behind him then eventually move in front of him.

Oh great...he has a knife too. Edward looked over the man in costumed. This was just one of the many reason he did not belong in this building. Who would ever paint themselves to look like a clown. Was the man going to a children party? Though with one glance Edward knew immediately the man was definitely not a children person.

He continued to listen to the man's statements with bare minimum interest. He was slightly annoyed that he was only procrastinating Edward's sleep, then again could Edward even sleep with all this nonsense going about? Probably not. He wonder silently how this had all begun. Someone must have gotten into the security booth and released the prisoners. It obviously wasn't a guard, or maybe it was...a guard who had fallen in love with a patient. No, that was too much of a stretch. Someone must have broken in, but who would want to release all the patients. A person who wanted to escape with a distraction. Yes, that made more sense. But Edward highly doubted anyone in this building had any minimum intelligent to pull of an escape plan.

His eyes followed the knife. This man obviously had an indiction to reactions. He was trying to get Edward to react in some drastic manor. It was probably the same reason why the man wore paint on his face. He heard the question. He always loved questions because he could always answer them.

He kept his uninterested expression, "When you're plotting two men's deaths you tend to focus. By your..." he waved his free finger at the man's clothing, "appearance, I can see focusing must be a new concept for you, but I'll inform you nonetheless. When you focus you tend to be more serious."

"Now if you excuse me, I don't particularly play dress up so I'll be off to bed," he said standing in his place waiting for the man to move. It was best not to play along with the insane, it only supported their odd actions. The smartest decision was to dismiss it.

(OOC: sorry for the wait. won't be that long in the future.)

[joker]

“Oh killing two people? Sounds like fun, but first... we need to fix your attitude. YES... I think we need to PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE.” said 'John Doe' as he placed his right arm around the man's shoulders. Before he could continue with what he had in mind next, four of his clown masked friends returned with tasers, kitchen knifes, and a bloody blackberry.

'John Doe' turned to his new friend and said “Wait right here... the show is about to start and I think I have the perfect role for you ahaha!” After his comment, he stood in front of the masked man with the blackberry. “Make sure you get my good side.”

As his masked friend held the blackberry towards him 'John Doe' says “Greetings Gotham... and welcome to the show!” His smile was sinister and dark, lacking any concern for the countless lives being destroyed around him. With ease he walked up to the camera and continued “I truly hope you all are enjoying the action! I know how much you fat couch potatoes love action!” in reference to all the carnage going on behind him.

John Doe was about to grab the man with the cane, until a bleeding guard said “You're fucking crazy.” Slowly he paced up to the helpless guard and grabbed him. He looked into the camera, then back at the man. Then he said “Do you wanna know how I got these scars? My father was a crack head and a fiend, and one day he didn't have any money to get his fix. So he told me to come with him. So we are driving, and I ask him, 'Daddy, where are we going?' He says, 'Don't worry about it son, we'll be there soon.' So I say 'O.K.' and fall asleep. When I wake up, I find out my old man sold me to a catholic priest for enough money to get his crack and leaves. The priest locks me up in a basement on a chain. Then one night, the priest comes down to the basement with hunger in his eyes. He starts to undress himself, and then he moves slowly towards me, but when he tries to touch me, I bite him! He starts screaming and then run to the other side of the room and grabbed a knife, he moves back up to me and presses the knife against my face. I cry out 'Please don't!' but he only replies, 'Why so serious?'”

He turns his attention to the man with the cane and then say “So... WHY SO SERIOUS?” with one swift one swoop he slices the guard's neck and begins laughing. He then turns his attention back to the camera and continues “So let me formally introduce myself to you Gotham... I am The Joker. You little puppets are blind, living a life of illusions and overindulgence... It sickens me ! You think im crazy ahahha ? Well im about to show you Gotham, that all of you are just as crazy as me... It only takes one bad day and I have a feeling that day is coming for all of you. ahahahahahaha.”

The Joker returns his attention to the man with the cane. He looks the man in the eyes and then asks “How did my hair look? Too much green hairspray? Does my butt look big in these pants? Ahahaha!... But anyways, returning to our problem... I think we need to PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE.”

[riddler]

Edward's eyes narrowed as the man seemed to get closer to him then comfortable. He wasn't so fond of this current situation. Whoever was in front of him must have been in the high security area of Arkham. There was a certain amount of intelligence behind the pure craziness that told Edward that he probably should be a bit more concerned with what was happening. Crazy people loved to proclaim unpredictability, but they were just as predictable as any 'sane' person was. Whoever was in front of him was not responding the way Edward had assumed. Boredom. He thought he would become bored quickly and like an ADD child be off to the next thing.

He wasn't completely wrong because a second later the man was ordering a camera up and telling a long drawn out story to the guard. He glanced away from the camera, taking in his surroundings. The man had some sort of control over these morons so they would be an obstacle. He also didn't enjoy being on the camera during this man's show. He had other things that he didn't want ruined by his name being tarnished. Degrading really. He would have to get rid of that video. There were four men, five including their boss. He was highly outnumbered. They also had weapons, which Edward only had his cane. He would be hiring men once he got out of this horror place. His handicap made him physically weak, but that did not make him mentally weak.

He would have to talk himself out of this current riddle, no problem...why does he keep thinking of riddles. Well it is like a riddle, you have a puzzle and you have to solve. It's all a game after all. He forced his thoughts to focus again. He would have to talk himself out of the problem, which meant speaking with the 'boss' ie crazy person who has a fetish with clowns. If that didn't go according to plan his main goal would be disarming the main man. Once he disarmed the 'boss' the others would probably be uncertain what to do. They were only idiotic monkeys following the commands of a clown. They could easily become confused and manipulated into following his orders. It reminded him of a chicken with his head cut off. The body ran around lost and confused until someone caught it or chased it in the direction they wanted. Yes, that would be his back up plan. He created these two plans in the time it took for the clown to finish his story, which was obviously a lie. There was real emotion in it, but there were flaws. He could easily see a priest sexually assaulting a boy, but maiming the boys face seemed uncharacteristic. Why would a priest want to ruin his goods before he got any use of them? Yes, it was a lie...or at least, not the full truth.

The fact that he repeated that stupid question to him again only made him more irritable. Edward hated repeating himself. He also hated answering stupid questions like that very one. He knew the only reason the man spoke the question to him was to frighten him again. Please stop the dramatics! Are we in a middle school theater class? Edward thought annoyed, but his eyes watched as the clown slit the guards throat.

Could he make the threat anymore obvious?

Edward was almost tempted to skip plan A and go straight to disarmament and taking over his men.

He would have mulled over the annoying behavior and plan B if he hadn't gotten caught up in the clown's little speech. He smirked. So the clown wasn't completely insane. At least Edward wasn't the only one to come to that conclusion, but he did have a little more class in the way he was handling it. His name was humorous. Who would give themselves such an odd name.....ah right the fetish of clowns. Edward would never degrade himself like that, but he did always liked wearing green.

The Joker turned to him, which caused Edward to raise an eyebrow as he asked questions. He smirked again. "I've always been told that when someone ask you whether you look fat you are suppose to lie. I've never been fond of lying," he stated, purposefully not answering the question as if it were the answer itself. He then glanced at the knife then back at the hallway. It didn't take a genius to understand the meaning behind the smile comment. There was no possible way the clown would stick anything in his mouth.

"I am curious, why are you so obsessed with making another grown man smile? Your clothes are clues enough to that riddle," his smirk widened. He did enjoy his own comments too much. He was quite humorous...and smart...and amazing...and well no one was like him. "Do you play on the other team?" he asked. His eyes kept the knife in view. If the man even dared touch the knife to him he would slam his cane into every man's favorite area, but again, he expected the man was seeking a reaction of fear.

"I guess it's none of my concern, but your plans do sound quite intriguing. You seem more collected then I first thought," he sad trying to drop a compliment in, but he was being honest. The man was more collected then he had thought...still crazy but collected. "Joker, it was a pleasure, but I must leave you to your audience." The best option was to leave and get a hold of the tape later.

[joker]

The smugness of the Joker's new disabled friend was hilarious to him. Then again what wasn't hilarious to him? What was more hilarious was that he thought he would be able to walk away from this situation without a smile on his face.

“Leave ? Ahahaha, why would I let you do that ? The fun has only begun." He gestured for the camera man to come in closer for what was next. Play time was about to be taken full throttle. “Now, I can tell, your no average man... no. Any other man would be begging me for mercy. Crying like a little baby. But you... your different. I see your not a squealer. That takes all the fun out of this little game... but don't worry I know how to bring back the joy!”

Slowly he stepped back from the man and pointed for two of his armed clown friends to surround the disabled fellow. Fanatically he looked around his surroundings till he saw what he wanted. Upon spotting a late night doctor, Joker directed the third masked man to go retrieve him, while the camera man documented the whole situation.

Brutally the third masked man grabbed the doctor by their hair and dragged them to Joker's feet. But before they could even stand up, Joker kicked them in the mouth. The doctor went flying backwards, as teeth went down his throat. Roughly he landed at the feet of the man with the cane. “Now...someone is about to die... it could be you... it could be this man on floor. But someone has to die.”

The Joker wanted to see who his new friend with the cane really was. He observed the man's actions like a sociologist. He could tell the man thought he had the game Joker was playing figured out, but really he had no clue. Hell Joker barely even had a clue.

Taking a spare knife collected by his people, Joker threw the knife between the doctor and the man with the cane. “So... who dies next?” Honestly it didn't matter who killed who, because the Joker still owed someone a new smile craved with the edges of his knife.

[bruce]

The Batcave

Just when the evening was going so well, the benefit party was starting to come to a close. Bruce was prepared to enjoy a quiet evening watching a movie then off to bed.

Fate had other plans.

" We once again remind our viewers that the content in which we are about to show is highly violent in nature and should not be seen by children, viewer discretion is advised." Said the voice of Jack Ryder at the GCN studios.

The news feed switched over to the scene being played out at Arkham Asylum.

“So... WHY SO SERIOUS?” The man in the make up asked, then sliced the neck of the security guard. News of a riot had broken to Gotham's news agencies and possibly over the wires to Metropolis.

The inmates were running the asylum, literal sarcasm.

The madman continued.

“So let me formally introduce myself to you Gotham... I am The Joker. You little puppets are blind, living a life of illusions and overindulgence... It sickens me ! You think im crazy ahahha ? Well im about to show you Gotham, that all of you are just as crazy as me... It only takes one bad day and I have a feeling that day is coming for all of you. ahahahahahaha.”

The video ended, returning back to Jack Ryder.

"To recap." Jack Ryder went on. "It appears that a dangerous riot has ensued within the walls of Arkham Asylum. We can speculate that the person who calls himself The Joker has possibly murdered innocent staff and security guards, more to follow after this short commercial break."

Bruce hit the rewind button , playing back the news feed, studying the profile of The Joker.

"I take it master Bruce that you have no intention of going over to Arkham tonight, and letting the authorities handle this instead?" Alfred asked.

"He's waiting for the police to arrive. If they get too close he'll start killing more people."

"Assuming that he's left anyone alive at all sir."

Bruce turned on a shortwave radio, tuning it into the GCPD police band.

"All units! All units! Possible terrorist situation at Arkham Asylum. Repeat, possible terrorist situation at Arkham Asylum. All cars are to report to One Police Plaza immediately-"

Bruce turned the radio off.

"Bloody Hell." Alfred declared. "They're preparing to go to war."

"That'll give me some time to get there." Bruce got up from the chair he was sitting on, walking over to the man made chamber that contained the batsuit.

"I bloody well hope you have a plan master Bruce!"

"I go in, try to contain most of the scene before the police show up, then leave. One way or another, The Joker isn't leaving Arkham."

Suited up, Batman quickly walks over to the Batmobile.

"Great night to break her in." Alfred says, sarcastically.

"Keep an eye out on things as they progress. Alert me the first moment the police start to advance."

Without another word, Bruce entered the Batmobile, started up the engines, then roared out into the night towards Arkham Asylum.

[riddler]

Edward watched the knife fall onto the ground as he listened to the little game the clown wanted him to play. Who did he think he was? Some stupid thug with nothing more to his life then some petty crimes. It was so disrespectful he found himself noticing the pain in his leg. He had been ignoring it so well...until this stupid clown came around. He glanced around at the other people in the hallway...screaming and rioting. Pathetic, but his mind was drawn to a plan. He knew the doctor was caged by morals, but anyone would break through those cages to save their life. Edward wasn't going to give the man a chance to kill him.

"I don't like knives," he stated and then with his cane he slide the knife hard across the floor until it landed at another random inmates foot. Though to Edward it wasn't random. Edward noticed the cross around his neck. He noticed how violent he was getting with some of the guards. He obviously was hallucinating. "Un clown diable! Un clown diable!" he shouted in spanish to the man who was obviously latino. As expected the inmates eyes turned to fear as they landed on the Joker, and just like any frightened animal he attacked. The inmate grabbed the knife on the ground and headed to the Joker.

Edward had no doubt that the Joker would kill the man, but this gave a decent distraction for him to make his escape. He smirked as the other four clowns went to their help, but the inmate was a big guy. He wasn't going down easily. Part of him wanted to wait until one of the clown's dropped the camera so he could break it with his cane, but the other part knew that wasn't the best option.

Yes, he should go. His eyes fell onto the doctor, and something in him cracked. He hated doctors. Doctors made him crippled. Doctors failed to do their jobs. The man seemed to frighten to make a run for it at the moment. Stupid. Just stupid.

Edward couldn't explain what happened next, but he felt darker. He painfully shoved his cane into the Doctor's pressure point at the shoulder causing the doctor to scream in fear and then to temporary lose the ability to use his right arm. Edward walked over closer to the man. "The Joker misinterpreted one of my previous statements. I don't kill. I give an opportunity for life," he stated as he pushed he bent down next to the frighten doctor.

"Doctors make me...sick," he said as he bent down to the doctor.

"Please just leave me alone," the doctor mumbled out through the blood and crack jaw. He saw the pain in his face.

Edward only smirk. "All you have to do is answer a question...no a riddle," he said. He didn't know why, but he felt no pain when he kneeled down. He didn't even feel his leg. He was too wrapped up in whatever this was. It was how he felt when he started plotting against Nickleson and Mathew. His hand flew into the guys hair. The doctor's workable hand flew to his wrist.

Edward dropped his cane. "Now Doctor, I thought we were having an intellectual conversation," he said as his hand now free of the cane, went and grabbed one of the doctors fingers. He quickly broke two of him causing the doctor to scream and cough on blood.

"Back to what I was saying, you answer my riddle and I let you go. You don't, well we can test if blood is just as effective as water in suffocating someone," he said calmly then pulled the man's head back causing the blood to pile into the back of the man's throat.

"Riddle me this," it sounded strange on the tongue, but it help him ponder a good riddle, "Two women and two doctors walk into an ice cream parlor. They each order an ice cream cone. When their ice creams come, there is only 1 strawberry,1 chocolate and 1 vanilla. How come they didn't complain?" he asked.

The doctor's eyes had gotten wide as he started to choke. It looked like he was trying to figure it out, but his mind was to wrapped in his predicament to focus.

"Doctor, you're suppose to be intelligent with all of that schooling. Let's hear the answer," he asked with a large smirk.

The doctor started choking then used his movable hand to grab at his arm again.

"No. No. Brute force doesn't work in this situation. Intelligence is the only key out," he stated as he broke another finger as his grip held tighet in the doctor's hair.

The doctor screamed causing the blood to travel back of his throat as he breathed. Edward watched as the man kept trying to struggle, but it was too late. He would drown in his own blood.

When the Doctor stop moving Edward let go and the body landed on the ground. "One of the doctors was a woman. That was an easy one too," he said his smirk leaving for a blank expression as he grabbed his cane and dusted himself off.

[joker]

The big man came at Joker with a knife, but two of the clowns jumped between Joker and the big man. He tossed them like ragdolls and into the two other clowns. In the midst of the mayhem, the blackberry was destroyed, and along with it the livefeed was stopped. There was a delay on the feed, so the full recording wasn't aired on justin.tv through the blackberry's application. However enough was aired to get the Joker's point across.

As the man came at The Joker, he was met by a blade into the heart. Slowly the big man collapsed backwards with Joker on top of him. Repeatedly Joker stabbed the man. Even after the spark of life had left from the man's eyes, the Joker continued his savage attack.

Blood soaked, The Joker stood up and returned his attention to the man with the cane. The four clowns also regathered around Joker. Like pets they lined up around their master. They observed as the man with the cane went through a sort of metamorphosis, eventually taking the doctor's life.

The Joker strolled up to the man with the cane and started clapping. ”NOW WE ARE TALKING! I knew you had it in you!” he was still smiling, but his voice was one of pure aggression. The transformation was exciting to The Joker. Exciting enough for The Joker to let the man's acts of sabotage be forgotten. He felt like a fitness trainer, igniting the fire in a fat client. “All you needed was the right push! Don't worry, y'all thank me later."

[bruce]

"Master Bruce, whatever you're planning to do, please do it fast." Alfred said on the small TV screen on the dashboard of the batmobile.

"What's going on?" Batman asked.

"Detective Bullock has the all clear from Commissioner Loeb to set up a perimeter at Arkham sir." Alfred explained. "A potentially large task force is underway."

Bruce swore. "Bullock is a dirty cop, he'll shoot first and ask questions later."

"The live feed from Arkham is also terminated, sir."

None of this was encouraging. Batman felt that time was working against him. However he wasn't going to turn around and let more innocent people die at the hands of a madman.

"Thanks, Alfred."

"Good hunting sir, and please be bloody careful." Alfred answered, switching off the connection.

Pressing down on the accelerator, the Batmobile sped towards Arkham Asylum. Upon arriving, the place was already in a state of anarchy as the riot ensued. Exiting the batmobile, Batman engaged in the scene, dropping a few inmates who charged at him, fighting his way into the main building.

Once inside, Batman looked at the scene. Inmates were continuing to set other inmates free, knowing well that a full on attack would be suicidal, Batman reached for his grappling hook, firing up into the rafters of the ceiling, keeping within the shadows; scouting out for The Joker.

[riddler]

When he brushed himself off, he heard the clowns loud voice directed at him. He frowned. He had wasted his distraction on the riddle. That was quite unfortunate. What caused his frown to deepen were the meaning behind the clown's words. Was he really taking credit for what had just happened?

Edward created the riddle. Edward administrated it. The clown had nothing to do with it. The clown was also acting like he killed the man. While the man was dead, Edward didn't kill him. He gave him an opportunity to live. It was the doctor's stupidness that killed him. It was not Edward's fault the man lacked a brain.

But after reading the Joker, he knew voicing this objection would just go through one ear and out the other. Instead he gave the Joker a calm once over as he balanced his weight on his cane. "I realize it must be difficult for you not to dramatize everything that leaves your mouth, but there is no reason to shout when I'm merely a few feet away from you," he stated with a slight annoyance.

"But then again what toddler recognizes the indoor voice rule," he smirked.

[joker]

“You just don't get it...” said The Joker, sounding more serious than he had sounded the whole night. He really could careless about the man's life. It was nothing for him to take it, which he was sure he could. However the man's characteristics, and 'interesting' killing methods showed Joker potential. Chaos was the name of the game, and this man would release some chaos into Gotham one day, The Joker was sure.

Slowly The Joker turned his back on the man. While taking steps opposite of the man The Joker said “I'm a man of my word, and you are sparred. I'm sure we will meet again.” He lifted the bloody knife into the air and continued “Gotham will be so much more fun with you around.”

A couple of feet away from the man, he stopped and made a 360 turn. His smile was sadistic as he pointed the bloody knife at the man. Blood dripped from the instrument as he spoke “But.... I guess it would be rude for me not to leave you with something to remember me by AHAHAHAH.” Slowly he crept up to the man.

However, while The Joker was inches away, The fifth clown he sent to the sixth clown had frantically returned. “There's some guy dressed in a all black rat costume here! I saw him come in from the garage, I think he's coming for us boss !” The Joker stopped and chuckled “Well, things just got way more interesting, let's find our guest why don't we.”

He walked a few feet and started to scream "BLACK RAT!... no ... RATGUY!.... no-no... hmmmm. OH I GOT IT!... RATMAN! RATMAN! Where are you ? I got some CHEESE! AHAHAHAHA" His five clowned goons followed behind.

"Don't forget our friend." The Joker said while pointing the blood soaked knife behind him at the man with the cane. One of the clowns went to retrieve the man. "RATMAN! RATMAN! I got some cheese for ya!" The Joker continued as he crept forward.