The Wizard of Odds frowned. Just who he needed to run into... Jeff Oblivion...<br/><br/>"For starters, why don't you put down the sword? Can't we be civilized people and talk? Maybe I have something that would interest you!" He smirked as he removed his gas mask, his red sclera and deeper red irises jiggling around in two different directions as if to dare someone to question his insanity. He then put his hand in his coat pocket and produced a keycard that was by far the easiest way to get past the security. "Of course, if you would rather use a few more grenades... I'll be right here when you decide NOT to blow up the doors and perhaps run out of fear toxin. Or maybe I won't! It's all a matter of perspective really! Heheheheh... Clock's ticking..." he smirked and pulled his trench coat off revealing a few cases of C4 strapped around his waist attached to a trigger in his hand. "Kill me and you go down in A BLAZING INFERNO B***H! Then again, I ALWAYS have a way out, but you would have had to steal my birth certificate to find out the smallest clue of what that means! Hohoho! This'll be fun, I can tell! So what'll it be? Death by fire? Or the keycard and a truce? Tick tock tick tock... For gods sake, put the damn sword away! everyone's already DEAD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"<br/><br/>Suddenly his gas mask dissipated into...<br/><br/>a literal mustard gas cloud.<br/><br/>It began swarming around the Arkham guards as if it had a mind of it's own. they fell to the ground, dead, horrendous ulcers and scars on their corpses. "So Jeffyboy..." Odds smirked as the gas culminated as a staff in his lavishly gloved hands. "When all else fails... fill lungs with mustard gas! Now about my... proposal... Hahahaha...Heheheh... I am just dying to hear your answer. Literally. When we started you had 30 minutes... now the bomb says..." he looked down to his chest and a timer appeared next to the C4. "Oooooo... tut tut... Times up!" There was a massive explosion in the courtyard as fire engulfed the area.<br/>______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Odds chuckled. "that was quite a show... Shadow Clone or not... at least I got a good look at Jeff, and now Waller's life can become the inferno of hell itself! Heh... I wonder if Joker would let me have a drink with him in exchange for info on Jeff the Clueless?" He chuckled as he used the last of his power for a while to create a teleportation device and appear next to Harley. "So... how long have you been waiting, Harley? Your dog was quite worried... even went as far as to seek me out and help me out of Arkham. I feel I owe the big guy, so I decided to stick around. Do you mind?"<br/><br/>Of course he knew it was Joker's opinion that mattered, but if Harley was okay with him, at least that pushed his chances in the right direction, right? Add to that the loyal dog's (hopefully good) opinion of him and he figured he had a shot at causing chaos the likes of which the world had never seen!