who: The Joker. what: he's up to no good. where: it wouldn't be fun if i told you. when: recently. rating: pg-13, bordering on r for subject matter.
gotham was too quiet now. it was almost like everyone had forgotten about him and had given up their search. it was almost like everyone was... happy. content. comfortable. blissful, even. well, he couldn't have it that way, now could he?
it was either too easy, or he was too good. either way, it was almost no fun... almost.
officer aldridge went down the easiest. in fact, he had given up with no fight at all. he had dropped to his knees and tossed his guns away. the joker distinctly remembered the word "please". if that wasn't the most delicious meal he had ever had, he didn't know what was. officer barnes had so much fight in her, that she had bitten him at one point. oh, he liked when they fought back. a little bit of a challenge was always fun. the others all fit somewhere in the middle, all much more closely to officer aldridge's reaction. maybe they shot once or twice, maybe they didn't. none of them said "please", but none of them bit him, either.
altogether, he had rounded up twelve of them. one for each apostle. one for each month. one for each sign of the zodiac. one for each of the men that stepped foot on earth's moon. one for each pair of ribs in the human body. twelve was a good number. not as good as twenty-six, but still good.
and then he brought them where he had to bring them. he tied them up nice and tight. duct-taped them all together, for kicks. gagged them. blind-folded them.