Joker had one thing in mind, his girl, his Harley. Naturally, he wasn't going to wait for her to be 'released' on another suicide mission, instead, he was going to take matters into his own hands. Breaking into Belle Reve had been easier than expected, the guards were no match against the pure, unrelenting force of his men. They had stolen uniforms for the occasion and used them, as well as the guns, to get to the area where Harley was kept. After that it had been a simple act of cutting the locks off and taking his girl home. That was a few months now at least, and things in Gotham were reflecting the rise in power of the new Dynamic Duo...<br/><br/>In that time the two had risen to be the most powerful criminals in the city, others feared them and did their best to stay out of the way. Harley's body count and violent nature had surged and Joker felt himself falling in love with the crazy woman all over again. It had all been leading up to this moment. Batman, having always had a thing against the Joker, had thought he could easily take down the pair. But he had bitten off more than he could chew and was now at the mercy of their hands. Mercy though wasn't on the agenda. Tonight they would end the age of the Bat, tonight Gotham would have a new ruling couple.<br/><br/>Joker was preparing for the live event, he had a full array of weapons and items specifically for the purpose of putting the Bat through as much pain as possible. He heard Harley call for him to save her a hit and he grinned. As he came back into view, he say Harley taunting the Bat.<br/>"Now Harley, let's get this show on the road.<br/><br/>He wanted Batman to bleed, wanted him to feel the pain of years of torment. And he wanted Gotham to share in it, in a few minutes every screen would showcase their hero. Bound and beaten until he was on the brink of death, but he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a swift death. Oh no, they were past that, long past that. This would be drawn out as long as possible, until the last possible second. Joker was going to unmask the man, show him for the weak man he was without a mask to hide behind. Then Gotham would see who had been protecting them, the man they praised.<br/><br/>Standing behind the Bat, Joker placed his hands on the man's shoulders.<br/>"Ooo, Bats. You're so tense." Joker leaned down until he could whisper in the man's ear. "Ready for your last night of fun?" Laughing his signature cackle, Joker stood back up and picked up a knife from the assorted row.<br/>"Show time." He muttered, running a hand down the blade.