What would Batman do? Joker wondered. Joker was sure that he'd play the hero as always. That was the test though, this whole show was for him. Well, for the Bat and for Harley. Batman wouldn't be able to save everyone, especially not if he wanted to catch the Joker. Batman was going to lose tonight, either way. Joker's new weapon, the Joker Venom, would see to that. It was only only right, after all the Bat had thought he could separate the Joker from his Queen. He would pay dearly for that mistake. Joker was going to take from the Bat until he had nothing left but madness, Then, and only then would the Joker end the Batman's miserable life. Anything less would spoil the fun. His eyes roamed until his gaze came to rest on Harley... The mad glee in her eyes filled him with pride. He didn't know what it was about that woman... But he knew she was his and that was exactly how he wanted it to stay. After all, what good was a joke that no one else was in on?<br/><br/>As the van began to pull away from the bank the joker started to hum. It was a slow meandering tune that built into something eerily familiar. The members of Joker's gang that were in the van with him and Harley eyed him warily. Without warning, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a green and purple cell phone. The humming stopped as a cruel smile spread across Joker's face. "Pop goes the weasel..." He pressed send.<br/><br/>The Jack-in-the-Box Joker had left by the main entrance to the Bank had been packed with explosives that, upon the press of that send button, exploded. Let Batman play the hero, try to save everyone while he made his escape. Joker knew the truth and he looked forward to watching Batman break. In the meantime, he planned to enjoy the rest of the night with his girl. "So... Harley Quinn. You, me, Iceberg Lounge? What do you say? I've been meaning to tell that birdbrain Ozzy he'd look better with a monocle." Joker reached into one of the sacks, pulling out a fistful of bills and tossing them into the air. He put his hand over his mouth, flashing the smile tattooed there. "Maybe a<span style="font-style: italic">shopping</span>spree? Only the best for my girl." By shopping of course he meant attending one of the black market auctions held by the Penguin. He may have been an insufferable prick but Ozzy was one of the best arms dealers in town. Maybe he'd get her a rocket launcher, she'd be even more gorgeous with a rocket launcher. Joker had money to burn and he wanted to start a bonfire.<br/><br/>Joker had been pointedly tuning out the sirens behind their van up to this point. "But first I think we should lose the cops." Joker picked up a machine gun and held it out for Harley before grabbing one for himself. The word "smile" was painted on the barrel in bright green. "Ladies first" he cackled.