Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language and violence.
Joker wakes up in his cell to hear shouting coming from the direction of the guards’ room. In a matter of seconds the shouting turns into screams of agony. As soon as he gets on his feet, a guard’s body comes flying and bangs into the bars of his cell — it does more to amuse Joker than to startle. The guard is not dead yet, as he extends an arm to Joker through the bars — a look of desperation in his face — and says, “Help us!”
Joker laughs at the guard’s plea but receives his reaching arm anyway. He reads the name on the guard’s tag and then says, “Anthony, right? Well, I’m behind bars, you dumb piece of shit! I can’t help you.”
Another guard runs in on them, pulls Anthony, away from Joker, and immediately bashes his head back into the bars — Anthony continues to plead and swings his arms wildly trying to get the other guard off him. The other guard repeats the violent action a few more times. Some of the blood splatters onto Joker’s white uniform and face, making him laugh more intensely. Soon Anthony stops struggling.
The second guard stands triumphantly over the numb and silent body of his prey. “Go to hell, demon!” he yells and then looks away as if repulsed by it.
Seeing this, Joker stops laughing and puts on a serious face. “What do you think you just killed?” he asks, pressing his face against the bars.
The guard only just realizes that there has been another person in his vicinity the whole time. He sizes Joker up and takes some steps back.
“What are you afraid of?” Joker continues. “My horns or my teeth?” He gestures around where his horns and saber-tooth would be.
The guard scampers, leaving Joker more amused than before. More shouting comes from the direction he ran to.
As Joker is about to go back to bed, having filled more than his quota of madness for the day, another figure approaches his cell but in stable and heavy steps. It’s a tall man dressed in black formal attire with a bowler hat.
“And who are you supposed to be?” Joker asks, annoyed.
The man reaches into his inner pocket, pulling out a playing card. With a flick of his wrist, he sends it dashing through the bars — Joker catches it effortlessly. He looks at the card — a Joker — and starts giggling.
“I’d like to offer you a gig,” the mysterious man says.