"Stay back, fool! I've got a bomb!" Holding up his empty, cuffed hands, The Joker couldn't help but laugh "Oh... Dahehehehehe!" Ah, what a lovely escape that had been. A few gunned down within moments of his escape, sent into the after laugh... Heheh... After LIFE, to the sound of his joyous laughter. Yes, he had brought quite a few smiles to the dreary people of Gotham, and for now it was enough.
This was all so routine, so.... So very very boring. He escaped, had and spread a few laughs, the bat didn't get the joke, he had been caught and 'shown the error of his ways', and now returned to Arkham. But he would escape, again, and he would spread his laughter, again, and the bat would die, "With me, The Joker, having the last laugh! MahahahahahHAHAHAHA!" His face was squished up against the glass of his cell, hand cuffs still on as he watched the bat leave with his usual 'stoic heroism.' Ah, it was with a heavy sigh that The Joker sat back on his same old bed, hands on his chin as the anger and frustration began to settle in.
Who was Batman to decide people didn't need to smile? To say, 'life's harsh, cruel, and dreary, so you should all accept that?' No, HE was the villain. HE belonged in here more than The Joker did. But, that was all for another day. For now, the new girl had caught his eye. All of a sudden, that face, the way she walked, perhaps even the way she talked, would bring a smile to his face. He stood again and got as close to her as he could through the glass wall of his cell. "Hellooooooo, Nurse! Or should I say, 'What's up, Doc?' Ahehehehehahahaha!"