The Joker smiled as a column of smoke rose up nearby, and dashed into the forest, heading directly for the flames, far closer than any sane pursuer could possibly follow him.<br/><br/>He made his way through the forest rather quickly, no force natural or artificial seeming to be bold enough to impede his progress, and was soon skipping and capering paralell to the expanding flames, the yellows and reds of their intense burning reflecting off of his pale back and face, making him look like nothing less than the herald of hell, bringing with him the fires of eternal judgement.<br/><br/>The madman began to sing, his abrasive voice croaking out a song about the burning of Troy, and the many bats who died as the casements burned, repeating over and over a chorus about how the burning bats stood at the walls long after the true defenders of the city had deserted it.