The man's thin fingers curled tightly around the bars of his cell. He saw Scarface being carried into the rec room. He wondered what was going on for a moment. His gut was telling him that something very good was going to happen very soon. He would be out of this tiny room once again. Once more he could roam the streets of Gotham and fill his little sick pleasures of causing chaos wherever he went. Leaving a wake of destruction wherever he went.<br/><br/>All that he wondered was what the two little trollops had come up with to get themselves out of here. Joker knew that Ivy would try to prevent anyone from letting him out. She'd be happy if he rotted away in this cell. Even Harley, who once followed him like a sick puppy, would let him rot if Ivy had her way. Harley might consider releasing him if things went down, but Red would probably have none of that. Joker knew that if the girls managed to make something happen, he'd need a plan. Apparently Harley had realized that she preferred women. Not that it bothered him. The little bitch got in the way most of the time anyways.<br/><br/>When the guard smacked his hands with the night stick and told him back up, he did so. Much to the surprise of the guard. Joker never did things that easily. Shaking it off, the guard left the Joker alone to go get some paper work done before the shift change. Once the guard was out of sight, he crawled back to the cell door and craned his head sharply towards Scarecrow's cell,<strong>"Hey, Mawpin, I have a little deal to make with you...Interested?"</strong>