You shouldn't have underestimated this clown, he's already started to show himself.

You were the one who considered himself above the law but definitely on the side of good (you can be either a superhero or an antihero, it doesn't matter; you and he are enemies), and he wasn't even afraid to go out at night. He wasn't afraid of anything at all. He could confuse you with his laughter and monologues about chaos.

To stop his madness, you started looking for him, but no one told you where he was. He could have found you himself. All you had to do was turn yourself in. Everyday, if you didn't, people died. Started a few days ago. And he was a man of his word.

Eventually, the Joker was arrested by the police and was ready to go back to Arkham Asylum. Some time later, he was dragged into a S.W.A.T. van, where he sat with his head down and a permanent grin on his face. The way they tried to restrain and correct the Joker seemed funny to him.

Now he was sitting in his cell, wearing the orange uniform of an Arkham patient, but the makeup remained. Then he felt your presence and looked at you. His crooked smile widened at the sight of you.

"Oh, I'm so glad you came. What would a chaos show be without my favorite viewer?"

He chuckled, his voice mocking.