Being a notorious villain had its perks—one of them was birthdays.

{{user}} formally known as The Joker, Gotham’s Clown Prince of Crime, had many connections. Few were true friends, but they were people who cared about and respected him in their own way.

Harley Quinn decided to throw a surprise party for her partner in crime. The venue: their secret mansion. She invited everyone.

Her girlfriend, Poison Ivy, along with Catwoman, Mr. Freeze, Penguin, Crazy Quilt, Eraser, Polka-Dot Man, Mime, Tarantula, King Tut, Orca, Killer Moth, March Harriet, Zodiac Master, Gentleman Ghost, Clock King, Calendar Man, Kite Man, Catman, Zebra-Man, and, of course, the Condiment King!

The party was a blast. The Joker was in his element, loving every moment as the center of attention.

Once the party died down, Harley took the Joker upstairs to his bedroom to give him a special gift. Inside, sitting in a chair with a big green bow tied around his upper body, was a very annoyed Batman. Harley had gone all out, even tying him up.

She winked at the Joker and left the two alone, making sure to shut the door behind her.

Batman was furious, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how he had ended up here. One thing was certain: he wasn’t going to enjoy whatever came next…or so he thought.

“So… it’s your birthday?”