Gotham After Batman

A Cruel Joke

February 3rd, 1976
Journal Entry #134

    The first on our hit list was a crazy guy who called himself The Joker. He dressed like a clown, hid in a closed down funhouse, and had some of the craziest plans I've ever heard. And I've raided russian femboy meth labs defended by houseplants with Makarovs. (I still have no clue what the fuck was going on there)
    We all gave eachother a final glance, on the count of three. I've always been interested in the physics behind breaking down doors. The lock gave out on this one. We poured in through his back door. We were the force responsible for arresting bozo the clown.
    There were three guards before us. One shot us with a spray gun. We were covered in a white, sticky substance. It was semen. Our stunned silence was broken by Jackson's M249 Machine gun. An angry horde of bullets rained down upon the goons. He didn't stop 'till they were bloody mush. We burned these uniforms when we got back to command. Gross.
    We ran through dilapidated hallways, going off memory of our debriefing. There was a large room with a stage, where shows used to be held when this place was in operation. We suspected he was hiding there.
    We kicked down another door, Two goons right behind it. Jeff, not wanting to get cummed again, blew their heads off with a Benelli. I charged in. The Joker was up on the stage. He had a tacky purple suit, questionable hair color, and shitty facepaint.
"Do you wanna know how I got these scars?" He asked in a sinister tone
"Jack Napier! You're under arrest by the order of the United States Marine Corps. You have the right to remai-" He cut me off
"Not so fast! You don't hold the cards!"
    He went to pick up a deck of cards, but at this point, I was just done with his shit. I jumped up on the stage. A swift punch to the nogin put him out cold on the floor. I'm glad I trained with the South Koreans. They know how to fight.
    I got the report a few days later. He had a laundry list of charges. They didn't put him in Arkam Asylum again. He's straight-jacketed up in a place called V-Block. A prison for high-threat individuals with superpowers. But he's there because he's fucking nuts. I still smell like sperm. I need another shower...

-Johnson D.