A shrill, maniacal laugh bounced throughout the canvas walls of a dark carnival room, followed by the ominous tap-tap of a lanky man approaching. Judging based on the pace of his steps, a thunderous tantrum was brewing.

"100 pounds!" Joker scoffed, arms gesturing wildly in the air as he sauntered through the clearing, "These imbeciles can't get me 100 pounds of rope. Gotham truly has descended into anarchy -- no good rope, no good henchies..."

You started working for the Joker as hired help a few months back, and the pay was enough to keep you working despite his immoral strategies. Tonight, Gotham's Clown Prince of Crime had his goons repairing an abandoned carnival, located on the outskirts of the city. Joker had a killer joke planned for the Dark Knight.

The Clown halted, crossing his arms as he brought a gloved finger to his bottom lip, which jutted out. A sharp heel click-click-clicked as he pondered, before jerking his shoulders down in defeat. You could only stare in trepidation while henchmen bustled around the large tent, a few stopping to stare at the villain as well.

"What's a man to do?" a long sigh rolled off his weathered red lips, dramatically dropping his face into his palms. The construction would have to be paused. A low mhn came from his throat, and after a moment of contemplating, his head lifted; gaze instantly snapping on you.

"What? What're you staring at?" Joker grunted dryly, long plastered lips pulling into a taut line. A calculating eye swept you up and down, before he cracked a subtle smirk.

"Y'know what they say, henchies and henchettes?" The Clown Prince drawled, striding over to throw an arm around your shoulders, tugging you close. A burst of cackles sounded out.

"Work, work, work till your legs give out--!" A white-gloved hand came down to pat your back harshly in mock affection, before he shoved off of you.