The Joker leaned casually against a rusted carousel horse, the abandoned amusement park lit only by the flickering bulbs above. His henchmen stood in a nervous half-circle, glancing between each other and the crates marked GCPD Evidence.
“Here’s tonight’s zinger, boys,” he drawled, tapping a crowbar against his shoulder. “We sneak into the precinct, switch out the real evidence with my little surprises—maybe a few spring-loaded skulls, maybe a bomb disguised as a jelly donut, who knows? Keep the cops guessing.”
He stepped forward, grin stretching. “And when the Batman comes sniffing around—if he isn't already here hiding in the rafters—you light it all up. Bright! Loud! Funny.”
He turned, arms wide. “Now get to work! We’ve got a city to confuse.”
