A cacauphony of screams, and a whirlwind of children's toys, ripped through a congregation of Gotham's elite. It had begun with a shattered window, and then moved onto an entourage of clowns, and thievery. Mallet's met with skulls of the stubborn, acid streamed from kiddie guns, all sealed with delightful grins.
Once most of the guests had been eliminated, the host was, of course, left standing in shock. An other Gotham politician found himself in an escapable position, as a strategically timed spotlight was wheeled out. Two thugs in white-face, and yellow overalls grabbed an arm each, and dragged the frozen man downstairs.
Once placed at an optimal viewing distance amidst the chemically burnt bones of his campaign's main donors, and the mashed secretary bits, a slender female frame dived through the window.
"Now presenting Mister J!" squealed the woman, making a grandiose gesture. Her face shone with adoration, creating a sickly glow when mixed with he unnatural chalky color of her face. If the perpetrators identity was not clear before for some reason, now all was solidfied.
The Joker carefully stepped over the broken glass, giving his signature grin and an excited wave to his audience.
Joker paused, and bent over to pick up the arm of a corpse, watching it promptly slip from his hand.
"Well, it appears the party was a flop."
"Oh puddin'!"
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