<strong>"Well, I want the city and Bats head on a platter of some sort, but besides that?"</strong>as usual, he made jokes that really only he found amazing,<strong>"Don't think yourself above the likes of me, Crow Boy,"</strong>the sick grin on his face spread further if that at all possible,<strong>"The little wenches are planning something. You can feel it, I know you can. I can feel it too. You know they don't care much for me, though I can't seem to figure out why,"</strong>it might of had something to do with Joker's constant abuse towards Harley, but that was not something he would notice,<strong>"I'm asking for your assistance. The little witches would love to leave me in here. Our redheaded, tree huger would have those vines of her trap me in here forever. I know you'd love to see that as well, but I'm willing to offer you something in return for your assistance in getting me out of here."</strong><br/><br/>Their history together was enough to make Scarecrow say no to the offer, but Joker had a way of giving people what they wanted when they wanted it. If he put his mind to it, he could get anything the Scarecrow wanted,<strong>"I know where they've put your stash of toxin. I know there is enough in there to take down every guard in this place. Let me out and I'll take you right to it..."</strong>[/color]<br/><br/>Already it could be heard that something was happening in the rec room down the hallway. Joker could hear screams. Whatever the women had been planning was working.