I do not own any of the Batman peoples. They belong to Chris Nolan, Dc Comics...those people. I just happen to find them all fascinating.

It had been too long since he had played a game. It had been too long since he had cut and sliced his way to a good time. He enjoyed it all, the comforting scene that chaos brought him. This cell changed all that, made it go away, disappear completely. He wanted complete and naked abandon from his fellow man, wanted people to be set free, lose their minds, live a little. Over these things there was one thing that he wanted, one pleasure that he missed above all others; more time with the Batman.

Batman had changed everything in this silly little city. He had made fear something tangible. He made it more than Russian mob bosses, more than illegal trafficking of weapons and drugs. He had made it so much more to this tiny manipulative little city and he wanted more of this fear. He found that the longer he remained in his cell the more...average and cooperative he became. He couldn't have that. Not at all, not while there was so much more...pleasure he could choke out of Gotham.

He knew that opportunity always knocked when least expected, that surprise parties were always more fun, but he couldn't help it if he offered opportunity a little "push" in the right direction. He couldn't help it that opportunity was a beautiful blonde with legs that stretched for miles. Beneath her calm facade he saw potential for...insanity.