Odds looked down at an imaginary watch on his wrist. “I swear, if he’s late I am going to have to-”<br/><br/>“What the… where’s Johnson?” the guard for the next shift asked no one in particular.<br/><br/>Odds looked up at him and smiled, “Oh, him? In the belly of a non-existant Albino Anaconda. Care to join him?” he cackled as the guard called for backup. “The more of you there are...” His staff changed into a pair of spiked (and very large) brass knuckles.<br/><br/>“The more fun this will be!!! HAHAHAHAHA!” he said as a certain venom filled ball with those exact words written on it rolled to the door of the cell. Odds faked a move to punch the guard in the jewels, as the weapon he was using morphed into a gas mask, a look of glee in the eyes of Odds as the familiar Joker Venom filled the hallway.<br/><br/>“About damn time!” he smirked behind his method of not succumbing to death by laughter.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: red;background:red;"/></div><br/><br/>From within the smoke Joker appeared, mask over his own face. What kind of villain would he be if he was overcome by his own toxic venom? His signature grin was plastered on his face as he stepped over the body of a guard, a pained grin on his own face as the laughter pealed from him.<br/><br/>“Boy, I don’t follow orders too well.” Joker stood opposite the cell containing the Wizard of Odds, the grin gone.<br/><br/>With a flick of his wrist two men moved out from behind him and began breaking the locks holding the door securely closed. Joker’s face never changed as the locks clanked to the floor and the door was swung open.<br/><br/>“And here I thought you would be more grateful. It’s not everyday I’m in the mood for busting someone out.” He said to the teen before him, the corners of his mouth turning up once more, a glint in his eye.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: green;background:green;"/></div><br/><br/>Odds removed his gas mask as most of the venom had subsided or was gone from the hallway. “Well, chuckles, I didn’t plan on being a damsel in distress forever. I guess I should be thanking you though… how’d you find me? Tabloids? Newspapers?... Dogs…? Heheheheh… don’t look so surprised! You aren’t the only one who can be psychotic AND a genius!”<br/><br/>Odds extended a hand to the Joker in a show of...well, you couldn’t call it friendship… more as a show of not exactly caring he was looking a man in the face who could kill him… “I assume you had need of my… talents, or I wouldn’t be looking at you right now?” he smirked. He was counting on the Joker at least noting that he had called him a genius. He smirked. “Well then let’s start with the introductions… I am The Wizard of Odds. Odds is fine if that is too much, as for my services… what do you have that I want?” he posed the last question as if daring someone to stab him or shoot him.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: red;background:red;"/></div><br/><br/>Joker waved his men away, they knew what they had to do now. He turned his attention back to Odds, gripping his hand in a brief acknowledging before letting it drop. The nickname didn’t go without noticing though and Joker soon took his own mask off.<br/><br/>“I know who you are, you think I’d come without a little background?”  Laughing Joker shook his head and turned away from the teen, walking a few steps. “No, what I’m after is of no good to you. What I want should be here though if my sources are correct.” He didn’t need this guy’s help, but if it meant he could get him out of his hair than so be it.<br/><br/>“How much do you know of the Suicide Squad?” He asked, back to Odds. “More specifically, Harley Quinn?” His grin was back.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: green;background:green;"/></div><br/><br/>“Well I’m no spring chicken on their criminal records… spied on the briefing when they were being assembled. They looked over mine, but… for reasons I would assume you looked into… decided I wasn’t a threat. I DID happen to hear The Old Hag tell her men to send Harley somewhere, but if you don’t have a reasonable compensation...” he stopped as Joker’s face told him he shouldn’t finish that sentence.<br/><br/>“And here I am, reasoning with a lovesick madman!” he smirked. “She was sent to the G.C.P.D.... say, do you mind if we take a little walk? I would be happy to tell you more if you need it, BUT… I have been dying to give a few concussions… interested?”<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: red;background:red;"/></div><br/><br/>Joker cursed. He had come all the way here and Harley wasn’t even here.<br/><br/>“Let’s go than, a few more concussions wouldn’t hurt...us that is.” Joker laughed and waved Odds on.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: green;background:green;"/></div><br/><br/>Odds smirked and his staff morphed into a katana. “I am so glad I took gymnastics as a kid!” He smirked as he sliced a guard across the chest in a lunging sweep of the blade. His form was off, but that was probably because he wasn’t trained in using a ninja blade very well. “So… first things first… who do you want dead, who do you give zero shits about, and who do you want manipulated?” he asked as he impaled the guard.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: red;background:red;"/></div><br/><br/>Joker considered what Odds had said.<br/><br/>“Isn’t that one obvious?” He laughed. “My list of ‘wanted dead’ is extensive, though the two on top are the so called ‘Old Hag’,” Joker laughed again at Odds’ phrase for the head of the so called Squad. “And the usual Bats. Who I don’t care about?” Joker kicked a guard at his feet who hadn’t yet died from the earlier toxin. “I figured that one’s pretty self explanatory. As for manipulation, now that’s something I haven’t thought about.”<br/><br/>Joker watched the remaining guard turn tail and run, likely for backup that wouldn’t come if his men had anything to do with it. Moving to stand next to Odds, he crossed his arms and continued staring straight ahead.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: green;background:green;"/></div><br/><br/>“You make Waller’s life a living hell and I’ll be grateful.” His smile was gone, he voice reflecting the seriousness, a mood not often seen on the man.<br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: red;background:red;"/></div><br/><br/>“I suppose the Bat is off limits then unless I bring him to you alive?” Odds smirked knowingly. “A living hell, huh? I can manage that… as long as you do one thing for me.” He giggled like a deranged murder on death row for a second. “I want… haha… you know, it’s funny… all I really want is when this is all over… you forget I exist.” he stated like he knew a whole lot more than he was letting on. “Now… where did I put those car keys… Oh… heheh. Right… staffy dear, daddy needs his keys!” he smirked as the staff morphed and they walked out of Arkham, a purple Lamborghini beeping and Odds smirking. “You drive or me? It’s Waller’s!”