Narrative (Edited) Who: The Joker. Where: Gotham City/Location: Unknown. When: Monday, May 30th/Nighttime. Summary: The Joker reflects on recent events.
In a pitch black room, nothing could be seen but the lamp on the table where newspaper clippings of various crimes were scattered. A silhouette hovered above the table, contemplating. The crimes described ranged from petty to disturbing. One of the articles described a drunk thief that dialed 911 from his hot tub asking for a towel. Another one from the Midwest reported that a woman's body parts had been found in a man's refrigerator. The purple leather gloved hand rested at the edge of the table held a clipping that described a recent incident that involved nuclear weapons. He brought it closer to the light and his dark embittered eyes narrowed as he reread it, and mentally kicked himself for allowing Chesire to be in charge of that operation. With an expression of displeasure, he glared upon the article that displayed the black and white satellite image of the mushroom cloud.
The Joker lamented the waste and misuse of the nukes; in his mind, he had it all worked out: The nukes would detonate in the atmosphere just above the major financial centres of world. The EMP would have taken out the communication satellites and all of the electrical equipment in these cities. It would have been chaos at a global scale. The whole world would have been sent back to the Stone Age. The lady assassin had great tools at her disposal, but he felt, as it's usually the case, she didn't know how to "properly" use them. With one last scan of the articles, the Joker realised how.. boring life had become. He couldn't even remember the last time he had a good laugh. It was clear to him, that no one could excite or entertain the public like only he could.
(OOC:) Fixed. My original post was made a bit late last night. XD