Here we go, kiddies! After a long, painstaking period of hard work and drafting, The Joker is prepared to reenact his infamous performance of his role in "The Killing Joke". Remember that warning of sexual violence I put in the description? Yeah, I had this scene in mind from the start, and I'm really happy to finally get to it! Anyway, trust me, folks, this chapter is so good, you'll DIE laughing! HAHA!

Of course, some people won't die laughing. Some people are just going to die from getting stabbed, or shot, or worse. Consider yourself one of the lucky ones, then.

And, please, leave some criticism in the reviews. I'm only starting out to write Fanfiction, and I'd really appreciate feedback, good or bad! I want to get better at this stuff.

Chapter 5

¨Lin, honey. Rise and shine, sleepy pants. Come on, darling. WAKEY, WAKEY!¨ The Joker antagonized Lin, standing over her unconscious body. He delivered a powerful and shocking slap to her right cheek, which woke her immediately. Her body ached, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was that man's terrifying smile.

¨Finally, took you long enough.¨ The Joker scoffed. ¨For an ill-tempered metalhead, your skull is surprisingly soft. Almost like it doesn't have anything to protect, hehe.¨

Lin groaned as sharp pains replaced the dull ache in her body. The pain made it easy to ignore The Joker's trash-talk. She took a split-second to survey her surroundings, and found that she was sprawled out on a cold concrete floor. Normally, that would be an ideal place for Lin. She could just earthbend the smile right off of that monster's face. But, she felt that her hands and feet were bound by handcuffs, platinum, no doubt, and a collar was fastened tightly around her neck.

But, something was odd. She felt unusually cold, like she was laying on a cold floor na-

She looked down at her body, horrified at what she saw, or rather didn't. She was completely stark-naked, and The Joker's foot was pressed tightly against her stomach. He shifted his entire weight on it, and the sharp pains rang through her body, more intense than before. She grunted in agony, but The Joker continued to scoff.

¨What's the matter, Chief? Seems like you're a bit out of dress code! Hahahaha, you better hope you don't get demoted for such unprofessional behavior.¨

¨What did...where am I?¨ Lin questioned with pained breath. She was beginning to panic. Where was Mako? She faintly recalled him getting injured, but the paranoia and fear in her mind began to cloud that out. Forget about the kid, I've got worse things to worry about. Lin was hurt, defenseless, naked, but worst of all, helpless. Her life was very literally in a psycho's hands.

¨You're at a Future Industries factory. Well, the one that was below the Sato's old house, anyway. You know, it saddens me to find out Republic City is lacking in carnivals, or even one circus. You people really are boring. I looked forward to bringing you to one so much, but this'll have to do.¨ The Joker removed his foot from her stomach, and kicked her onto her side. She felt something snap to the collar around her neck.

Suddenly, she was pulled by her collar up on her feet, and felt a cold piece of metal press into the small of her back. Her injured knee almost gave out, the pain was disabling. But, The Joker held her up like demented puppet master, and giggled at her grunts of agony. ¨Move, now.¨ The Joker ordered.

"You've got a long day ahead of you."

Nurses and decorations flashed past Korra's field of view. Her body was on auto-pilot, dashing its way to the ER on its own. Meanwhile, her mind wandered. Why had Raava spoken to her? How did she know Mako would lead her to The Joker? Things weren't adding up, on both a physical level, and a spiritual one. Korra barely noticed herself sliding over an empty stretcher in the middle of the hallway, and didn't even bother excusing herself to the bewildered nurse who pushed it.

Korra was tired, tired of the mystery that surrounded that make-up wearing freak, tired of the tricks he had up his sleeve. He intended to get caught, and she knew it. How else would Asami, however strong she is, survive more than ten seconds against a man that single handedly killed forty White Lotus? It was like he was toying with Korra at every turn, every move he made had a purpose. A dark, crazy purpose.

She blasted through the double doors that lead to the ER. The three doctors in the room turned towards her in surprise, startled at her entrance. Behind them, Mako lay unconscious in a stretcher, and the white padding was stained with a dark red.

¨What happened? How was he hurt?¨ She asked the doctors. It took a second for them to recognize her, but they were very open afterwards. The one closest to her with blue scrubs was the first to respond.

¨We don't know. The police found him in the Chief's office. His clothes were torn off of him, and he has...some kind of wound in the base of his spine.¨ He responded.

"The wound has a small metal object lodged in it, but trying to get it out traditionally without making the wound worse is almost impossible. We've never seen anything like this!" A female doctor explained.

"The object is metal?" Korra questioned. They nodded their heads in unison. That gave Korra an idea.

"Give me some room, I can take care of this."

"Are you crazy? How are you able to handle this?" The third doctor asked. Korra's eyes shot daggers at him.

"I can metalbend the object out of the wound, and I can do it precisely. I bended poison out of my own body before, this is a cakewalk in comparison. And, I just so happen to keep a vial of special healing water with me, potent stuff I got from Katara. So, unless you three can get the metal out of him without touching anything, and have some miracle drug that can seal that wound in seconds, I suggest you move away from my friend, and let me do my job." Korra said that last sentence with a bit of force, which was enough to intimidate the doctors.

They complied, and gave Korra ample room to perform her metal bending. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and mind. It was difficult, but she had to do this perfectly, for Mako's sake. She spread her legs into position, and faced Mako's stretcher. Memories of her time in the swamp with Toph came through in the back of her mind. With them, she recalled the technique Toph had tried to use on her before she had the will to bend out the poison herself. As she reached her arms outward, she felt the object. It was cone of lead, dented and disfigured from the travel into Mako's body. However, at least it left a tunnel through his body wide enough that, if Korra was careful, it wouldn't cause any more harm.

Now or never, Avatar. She thought to herself.

Korra began to make small, calculated movements with her arms. It was a circular motion, like waterbending, but much slower and carefully performed. This thing was solid, but the subtle nudging of a waterbender was needed to escort the lead cone safely out of Mako. He grunted and whined occasionally, but he didn't seem to be in any intense pain. Her fingers flexed occasionally, as she positioned the cone to make a smoother journey. Finally, Korra brought the cone to the surface of the wound, and the doctors could see the blood-covered intrusion in all its disgusting glory. It was out, so Korra could stop with the subtle waterbending-esque movements and metalbend the cone onto a nearby tray. The doctors seemed dumbfounded.

¨I've never seen such precise metalbending before, Avatar Korra. Well done!¨ The blue-scrubbed doctor exclaimed. The other two nodded in agreement.

¨Well, the hard part is out of the way. All that's left is to seal the wound.¨ She responded.

She withdrew a small vial of water from the end of a necklace she wore underneath her betrothal choker and uncorked it. She was told that Katara had a similar necklace that held water from the North Pole, which had narrowly saved Aang's life. She hoped it would do the same for Mako.

Mako was still wincing in pain, but Korra waterbended the vial's contents into his wound. She placed her hands on top of the water, and it began to glow a brilliant light blue. While Korra's healing abilities were superb, she did not have a good understanding of biology, so she didn't quite know what such an impact to the spine would do.

Just as the gnash was beginning to close up, the water's glow turned a harsh purple, and fell on the sheets at Mako's side. A look of surprise and concern fell upon Korra's face. This had never happened while she was healing someone. In fact, she had never seen this happen ever. She resumed bending, attempting to gain control of the sludgy, purple liquid. Korra's arms felt weirdly heavy as she began, and she quickly found that the liquid would barely budge for her.

"Um, does that happen often?" One of the doctors asked, scratching the back of his head. His fellow peers were starting to become anxious as well.

"Someone get a towel and clean that stuff off of him. Have a nurse go get more water, I need to try again." Korra ordered them. People don't usually ignore an order from the Avatar, and the doctors were no exception. The doctor in blue scrubs retrieved a small towel from a tray beside Mako, and cleaned both the contaminated water, and his wound.

Was that the spirit water at work? No, Katara never mentioned anything like that happening when she healed Aang.

I've seen this before. This is the work of a dark spirit, Avatar Korra. She heard Raava's voice ring through her head once more. A dark spirit?

Just as a nurse arrived with a bucket of water, Mako coughed up a bit of blood and let out a grunt of pain. Korra snapped back to the situation at hand, and hovered above Mako as she leaned over the stretcher. His eyes slowly began to open with a very much alive, though hazy look. Korra let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness. Mako, I thought I was about to lose you. What happened?" She asked, but he did not respond. He meekly looked at Korra, eyes now wide and frozen with fear.

"Korra, I...I can't feel my legs. Why...why can't I feel them? Gah, everything hurts…"

Korra felt her body go numb. A pit formed in the bottom of her stomach. Mako's still eyes clearly displayed true and absolute fear at what the reason could be. Her mind went wild.

Spirits, no. No, don't tell me. Damnit, damnit. Her thoughts raced at a million miles a minute, unable to think straight. She collapsed to her knees and leaned against the stretcher, burying her head in his sheets. She knew what he was feeling, and knew what it meant.

Years ago, when she had defeated Zaheer with the help of the Airbenders, she collapsed from the effects of the poison and felt a similar...numbness in her lower half. Tears began to gather in her eyes, and she tried her hardest to squelch her gasps. No, this isn't supposed to happen. I couldn't heal him! Oh, spirits, this is permanent, isn't it?

Finally, Korra gathered herself as best she could, and raised her head up to Mako. She clenched her eyes, and tears rolled down her cheeks onto the sheets.

"You...you're paralyzed. Damnit, why did I leave you and Lin alone. This is my fault." She sobbed.

"Paralyzed? You mean...I can't…" He began, but he could not finish that sentence. He looked like a frightened child who was just told something so awful that he refused to believe it.

"Mako, I'm so sorry." Korra blurted out. Her voice cracked horrendously.

"Korra...I…" He began.

"No, it is my fault. The Joker attacked you because of me. You almost died because of me. You're scarred for life because I left him alone. I could have stopped him if I were there. I'm so sorry." She let out a few muffled cries as she buried her head back into the sheets.

Mako placed a hand on her shoulder, and rubbed it comfortingly. She looked up at him again in confusion, and saw that he was wearing a weak smile. His eyes were filled with tears too.

"Korra, I told you that you were family. You've known me long enough, you know I'd do anything for the people I love. Even so, this isn't your fault. I chose to stay behind with Bei Fong, I chose to be a detective. I accepted the risks the day I put on the psycho crippling me isn't your fault. It's his, and no one else's."

"But…"

"No, none of that. We've got more important things to worry about than shifting blame right now." He reached over to the metal tray that held the tattered remains of his vest. Inside a small pocket, he withdrew a crumpled photograph. He groaned audibly as he stretched his muscles to reach the vest.

"He took the Chief here. You go get some cops, and get her I'm not going anywhere, don't worry about me."Korra took the crumpled photo from him, and he motioned for her to leave the room. Korra took one more good look at her best friend, and headed for the door. As she entered the hall, she smoothed out the photo. It was a picture of Asami's old mansion, the one she had lived in with her father. They were standing in front of it, smiling, with Asami's father holding her hand. But, Hiroshi's eyes had been crossed out, and a small toothy smile was placed on his face. On the bottom was a message, scribbled in blue ink.

"Hugs and kisses from the Sato Estate!"

Lin was led through a maze of barely lit hallways. The abundance of concrete that was just out of her reach tormented her. The platinum cuffs on her hands and feet were uncomfortably tight, and The Joker had lovingly crafted them with an erratically ridged interior, which cut into her skin slightly. The collar around her neck was a similar story, and The Joker was not gentle in his handling. Fortunately, the fuzziness of returning from unconsciousness had subsided.

The Joker walked ahead of her now, and had long since holstered his gun. Instead, he held the leather lead attached to her collar behind his back. Lin was now forced to stand on her own strength, and her badly bleeding knee made it all the more unpleasant. If Lin didn't keep up with The Joker's pace, she'd be choked by the collar. Her captor's free hand was swaying playfully as he strolled with his prisoner in tow.

Demented bastard.

¨Won't be long now, metal-head. Jeez Louise, this all brings back so many memories. It's a shame you never got to meet Commissioner Gordon. I'm sure you two would have hit it off. He'd need another woman in his life anyway, seeing as how I killed the last one. Haha, so tragic!¨ He teased. Lin remained silent. Through her observation, she discovered that The Joker was a very vain man, and dismissing his attempts at humor was the best way to get under his skin. She was right. The Joker stopped his playful skip, and tugged forward on the lead. Lin struggled to resume her speed on steady feet.

¨Stop ignoring me, it's impolite.¨ He muttered. He didn't seem to think her silent treatment was funny. With that thought, a question arose in her mind.

¨Why, why do you do these things? The killing, the torture, the outright terrorism. Why do you get such a kick out of it?¨ She asked, panting under her breath.

¨Lady, you do not want to open that can of worms. Trust me.¨ He joked. Lin wasn't satisfied.

¨No, really. I've seen plenty of horrible people; real scum of the earth, the worst the world has to offer. Killers without remorse, gang members that steal from their own flesh and blood, kids that kill their siblings, and so much worse. But, you're different. You aren't just apathetic about killing. You enjoy it, love it. What in the world made you like this?¨

The Joker stopped leading her, and stood in the hallway for a few seconds. Whether he was silent with rage, or contemplating the question, Lin could not tell.

¨The world. The world made me like this. It made me when it took the only woman I ever loved away from me, along with my unborn child.¨ He grieved. He did not turn to look at her, he merely hung his head blow his shoulders in front of her. His voice grew in intensity the more he went on.

¨The world made me when it turned me into a disfigured freak with nothing left to live for. It made me...when it made me realize that every single human being alive is capable of being me, but they'd rather die than admit it. It's a bit like arguing with a friend over a math problem you know for sure the answer to, but your friend claims that the answer is oatmeal. In the end, you just want to beat some sense into his skull.¨ The Joker chuckled at his ending remark, and resumed pulling Lin to their destination.

The Joker led Lin into a wide open room that was as dark as the hallways they previously walked, but she could also sense a large, metal contraption near its center.

"Here we are, the main attraction!" He gestured towards the contraption with his free hand, then yanked Lin towards its direction.

As they got closer, she could make out the finer details of the machine through the darkness. It was an old conveyor belt, dilapidated and left to rust by Future Industries. It led into a large, copper housing tunnel that would comfortably fit a Satomobile. But, the housing ended at the far end of the room, so there was no telling how long it was. Once plain and blank sections of the machine were now decorated by hand drawings of a smiling clown, all made in green and purple paint. One such decoration was at the beginning of the housing, and showed a large, sharp toothed mouth around it's entrance. It's eyes were large white blotches, but it's pupils were disturbingly small and white. The Joker dropped the lead on the ground, circled behind Lin, then pulled his gun out and into her back.

"Ladies first." He pushed her forward with the barrel of his gun.

They arrived at the beginning of the conveyor belt, which held a medium-sized wooden panel seated squarely in the middle. Latches were located on its four corners, presumably for the limbs of the unlucky passenger.

The Joker kicked Lin in the back of her injured knee, sending her to the ground in a shriek of pain. He cackled at her suffering, taking a moment to lean back and point at her contorted body. After his fit of enjoyment, The Joker lifted Lin onto the panel. He pretended to struggle with her weight. ¨Heavier than I thought you'd be. Lay off the donuts from now on.¨ Lin was finding it hard to maintain her silence.

He jumped on top of the panel with her, and stood over her to keep her restrained while he removed her cuffs and placed her limbs into the latches. His hands moved lightning fast, moving Lin's limbs into place in nearly an instant.

Lin didn't know what he planned to do to her, but she was fairly certain he didn't intend to kill her. If he had wanted that, he'd have done it already. What could be down this contraption?

He jumped back down next to the conveyor belt, rubbing his hands together giddily.

¨You know, I've always thought cops were the craziest of people. Really, I mean that. They think that, with some fancy training and few nightsticks, they can make the world a better place. Arrest a few gang bangers, kill a few drug lords here and there, and somehow you and your family are safe. See, what they don't get is that there isn't the slightest bit of difference between the gang bangers and themselves. Both of 'em think they're doing the right thing, both of them work and follow people more powerful than they could ever hope to be, and both are expected to shut up and do what they're told. After all of that, they think both themselves and their families are safe, no, untouchable because they played their part. Chief Bei Fong, I am the living proof that isn't the case. It's time you took the lenses off, and realized that everything you are, everything you work for is pointless.¨ With that, he slammed a button on the edge of the conveyor belt, and Lin was slowly sent into the chassis of the belt.

It illuminated as soon as she entered, with a pale purple light. She struggled against her binds, but, like the cuffs, they refused to budge. At first, the inside of the chassis showed nothing but a bronze interior, devoid of any embellishment. As she was sent farther in, that was no longer the case.

Pictures. Spirits, the pictures. The Joker had photographed Mako's struggling, bloody body before he had left the station. To add to the horror, cheerful children's music played around her as she was forced in. Mako was trying to fight back against it, but the pictures showed that he had been unsuccessful. Mako vainly attempted to cover himself in one photo, only to be kicked in the ribs by The Joker in the next. The next few showcased The Joker putting his finger into Mako's wound, twisting it about, with Mako's agonizing face of pain being displayed in the next. Poses, so many pictures of Mako being treated like a slave of pain, they all surrounded Lin. It was like a kiddie ride from hell. Lin may have been hardened over her years on the force, but this wasn't criminal-type cruelty, this was plain evil. This was going to drive her mad.

Then, a voice came through a speaker set installed in the long conveyer belt.

¨Make sure you take all of this in, Lin. Mako was a proud detective, the top of his field. The city prized him, claimed him to be its' prodigal son. Whether it was busting crooks' jaws, or blasting a spirit vine core with lightning in an act of valor, he fought for a supposed 'greater good'. Fourteen years ago, on the path of fighting for his greater good, he killed an armless waterbender. Shocked her to death in her own water. Was she a crook? No, she was fighting for what she thought was right. And fourteen years ago, you and your sister did the same to a poor, abused, but gifted firebender. P'li used to be a super weapon, used by warlords as their own one-woman army. She led a life of servitude toward men who saw her as a means to an end, not a person to honor. She broke free, and fought alongside the man she loved for the cause he devoted his life to. Your sister made her head combust like a child's firework. Her skull cracked like putting a stick of dynamite into a lemon. Do you get it yet? You, your sister, Mako, Korra, everyone you know and hold dear, are exactly like the world you so foolishly try to protect them from. The only difference is you lot get a different label. You are no better than P'li, and deep down, you know it. The world made me when it revealed the hypocrisy of the people who called themselves protectors. There are no 'good guys'. There's three types of people; those who blindly follow, those who blindly seek power, and those who see. I'm that last type. Do I care if people live or die? No, I care about the world seeing itself as it truly is. A monster, just like me! Hypocrisy is the greatest evil!¨

Lin thrashed around in the machine. She tugged at her restraints with crazed determination, desperate to escape the hellhole she had been placed in. She tugged until her limbs themselves felt like they would be torn off. She clenched her eyes shut, unable to witness the brutality any longer.

"You bastard! You bastard! Don't you talk about Mako like that, get me out of here! Get me out! This is...inhuman!" She pleaded out loud as tears streamed onto the panel. Her pleas were met with laughter and sarcasm.

"Let you out? HA! But you seem like you're having such a blast! It'd be rude to interrupt your fun!" He meddled over the speaker system.

The piercing sound of metal being folded like paper interrupted The Joker. Lin scanned over her location. Whatever had been bent, it wasn't something in the machine.

"Ah, right on schedule." The Joker said.

The speaker system let out a few pops and crackles, signifying an end to his involvement in Lin's torture. The music faded out, slowing to the speed of molasses as it did.

Then, Lin's restraints popped open.

The Joker walked out of the floor manager's office briskly. In timing mirroring his former nemesis, Korra had indeed come to rescue the police chief. He could feel her presence. She probably enlisted the help of a few policemen as well, but he knew Korra. She wouldn't allow them to interfere; he had made things personal. No one would interrupt his first true fight with his aspiring archenemy. He withdrew his dagger from his coat pocket as he walked, twirling it in his hands and rolling his fingers around it. Thoughts of plunging the flashy dagger in and out of Korra's chest filled his mind. He licked his lips, savoring the thought of finally battling an equal after all these years, instead of feigning a loss to a pathetic, middle-aged CEO.

Oh, if only Bats could see him now! He'd be livid; furiously disgusted at the Clown Prince of Crime! The atrocities he had committed (and planned to commit) to the Avatar were unbelievable. His plans were strokes of sheer genius! The Joker was barely able to contain his excitement, and let out a few muffled giggles and chortles. In a weird way, Bats might have been proud of him, he thought.

Korra could only come from one direction, and that direction was where he was headed. He clicked his heels on the stony floor, checking to see that his shoe blades extended as expected.

"Oh, this oughta be fun!"

The dust settled around Korra and the few police that were willing to accompany her to The Joker's lair. The giant steel door that served as the entrance to The Joker's complex lay on the ground a few feet from her, crumpled in a ball. She turned to her allies to give her orders.

"Listen up! I want all of you guarding this entrance. The Joker is too powerful and crafty to let him escape. I'll go in alone to save the Chief, it's me he wants anyway. If I'm not back in ten minutes, you do not hesitate to call Tenzin, understand?"

They all shot her startled salutes. It felt weird for Korra to be so...rough with people, but more important things than her well-being lay on the line. As the policemen ceased their salutes and got into position to hold their post, Korra wandered into the decrepit building, unsure of what stood ahead. The hallways were dark, so she lit her hand as she walked.

She just hoped the only shadows she'd be seeing were her's and Lin's.

Look out below, Bats! I've got a date with immortality!

No, stop! You don't know what that stuff will do to you! STOP!

Hehe, what's the matter, Batsy? Jealous that I'll hog all the godhood? It's adult swim time, bucko! Wait your turn!

*Splash*

AHHHHHHHHHHHH, OH GOD HELP, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT-

*Crackle* *spark*

Click, clack. Click, clack. Korra's footsteps echoed through the cement hallway. That was all she could hear, her heartbeat didn't even register to her. He was here, somewhere. He was waiting for her, and she knew it. It reminded her of the time she walked right into Amon's trap just to have a chance at fighting him. She was young and foolish back then, age had given her experience and wisdom. She didn't enter his trap with overconfident splendor, instead, she entered it with a rock solid mind. He was unpredictable, and she had to expect any and every move that could be made against her, no matter how unlikely or weird. Especially weird.

She came into a large room, as pitch black as the rest of the complex had been. Unwilling to move forward and give The Joker an opening to attack, she hurled a ball of fire towards what she thought was the center of the room. It landed, and after a few seconds, exploded in a fiery blaze. There wasn't much force behind the blast, but it certainly lit up the room.

In the brief flash of light, she spotted a large metal contraption hooked up to a conveyor belt. The rest of the room was bare as an airbender's bedroom. No furniture, no machinery save for the conveyer belt, and no Equalist propaganda from when the place had been built. It was just a big gray box of a room, with scattered doorways here and there.

After the flash subsided, Korra heard a groan from the metal contraption.

"Lin?" She called out. There was a brief pause.

"...Korra...in here...help…" The police chief's voice echoed.

Korra sprang to the conveyer belt, with a bit of aid from an airbending-propelled jump. She looked down the conveyer belt to see a badly injured Lin crawling from it's recesses.

"Oh, spirits, Lin!" Korra let out as she helped pull her out from the maw of the machine. Her wrists, neck, and ankles were badly bruised, and her knee suffered from a stab wound. Blood matted her hair, and her legs were stained with dried blood.

And...she was naked.

"Oh my...what did he do to you?" She asked. Lin spit blood in response.

"Later, kid. Right now, we just need to get out."

The sound of a metal rod ringing in recoil filled the air, and Korra was knocked several feet from her position. Lin collapsed without her support.

"Haha! Right in the belfry!" The Joker gloated as he stood mere inches away from Lin's collapsed form. His signature crowbar was in one hand, and the other was thrusting in the air victoriously. The room came alive with blinding floodlights illuminating the area. Korra stood several feet away from him, in pain, but still standing. The Joker seemed shocked by this.

"Oh, wow! Didn't expect you to keep your footing on that one! Looks like someone has been eating their Wheaties." He laughed. Korra let out a few gasps, but shortly resumed her cold faced exterior.

"Cut the crap, clown! You come to my city, threaten my wife and kids, put Asami in the hospital, cripple Mako, and you still act like this is a joke!? You sick son of a bitch!" Korra yelled as she let loose a barrage of flames towards The Joker. Unbridled rage fueled her bending, and made her fire blasts into towering infernos.

The Joker, in a comedic fashion, laughed at the Avatar's display of power, and kicked Lin square in the stomach as she lay, sending her spiraling in the opposite direction of the blasts. She slid next to the conveyor belt, letting out grumbles as she slid. With unmanly speed, The Joker jumped, hopped, slid, and batted his way through the Avatar's attacks.

"Ohh, temper, temper!"

Seeing her fire attacks prove worthless, Korra decided to take a more solid approach. She bended the concrete surrounding her, forming walls of stone, and kicked the masses of rock straight at The Joker. In their wake, Korra sent perfect, razor-sharp discs of earth barreling towards him as well.

The Joker tried to leap out of the way of the oncoming walls, but was flipped off of his feet by a low-laying one. One by one the walls hit him, sending him further and further back until he hit the corner of the room. He arose from the dust with a smile and a crowbar in hand. Clumsily, he swung the crowbar like he was an all-star player at bat, pelting the discs of earth across the room. One disc impacted the conveyer belt, and sent a shower of sparks flying. Lin was unlucky enough to be dead center in the shower, and the sparks hit her eyes. She screamed and rolled, covering her face as the sparks burnt her eyeballs.

Lin opened her eyes, but saw nothing.