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Tonight, you're all gonna be a part of a social experiment.

Through the magic of diesel fuel and ammonium nitrate, I'm ready right now to blow you all sky-high. If anyone attempts to get off their boat, you all die. Each of you has a remote to blow up the other boat.

At midnight, I blow you all up. If, however, one of you presses the button, I'll let that boat live.

So, who's it gonna be? Harrvey Dent's most wanted scumbag collection – orrr... the sweet and innocent civilians? You choose!

Oh—and you might wanna decide quickly, because the people on the other boat may not be quite - so - noble.

"Oh, y'made it!" the Joker exclaims, turning away from the window overlooking the water. "I'm so—thrilled."

He doesn't sound it. He sounds pissed the fuck off, actually.

At five minutes to five, the Joker is waiting next to a tied-up accountant on top of a large pile of money. This is going to be so much fun.

The Joker sits quietly, at first. Until the commotion dies down, until the silence in the room is nearly absolute, and a little longer after that.

Eventually, though, he starts to mutter.

"I want my phone call," he says to his own hands, folded between his knees. "I want it." Looking up at the man stationed by the door, he repeats with emphasis: "I want it! I want my phone call."

(warnings: violence, homophobic abuse)

Not many people in Gotham care enough about the Joker at this point to follow him; even fewer would be any good at it if they tried. He doesn't go to much trouble to throw off pursuit on his way home—no more than he has to just to get from point A to point B in broad daylight in the full getup without leaving behind a trail of bewildered and unnerved witnesses.

It's just a quick stop to freshen up, anyway—drop the grenades back in the bathroom cupboard where they belong, change into a jacket whose smooth lines hide rows of mismatched knives instead. He's running out of three different kinds of cheese; it's time to go grocery shopping.

Risk is what makes life fun.

He takes off his mask and holds it by his left hip, waiting. One second, three, five, ten. One of the guys in the car has seen him before, face-to-face; the other one was recruited over the phone. The trick is going to be getting through this whole job without saying a word until it doesn't matter anymore.

and i thought my jokes were bad

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