But madness was simply what The Joker did best.

Time had been slow while he had been holed up with Helena, and he was beginning to wonder why it was each of them had been going along with the exact patterns he believed they would. Each one was simply too predictable. One after the other, all they did was panic. And when one person panics, it starts to spread- like a sickly sweet cancer eating the worry-warts from the inside-out.

Joker wasn't a worry-wart. No, not by a long shot. When Dick had shown up for the aforementioned task of "shopping", he knew this night would be simple, cut-short, and if anything: hilarious. The Batman was always nothing short of a hilarity, but when he had friends, the joke was certainly an obvious one.

The bell jingled as he pushed open the door. With a tilt of his head, he watched the girl curiously. He had seen her on more than one occasion. But all those gun-shots, all those idiots at the end- they all just had a tendency to blur together.

"I'm looking for a pie..."