“I think I can speed things up,” a voice came from the empty chair in the corner of the room.
The man seated there looked like Morgan Freeman but spoke like Clint Eastwood and to Joker’s dismay he had a Warhammer shaped cane. The Bats moved out of the way as the man stood and walked towards the bed.
“This peasant sought to strike down a Lord of Chaos,” the man snickered, “So I decided to play with him. No listen well, you must find the soldier without a soul and have him give you true loves kiss by the seventh sun of Aquarius or else you are going to have a hell of a career in Cosporn and start hanging out with the other Hollywood crack whores.”
“Ok you guys have to find this soldier boy!” The Joker shrieked.
“Why should we help you?” Question asked.
“If you don’t,” Joker smiled, “I go live and on air with names, aliases, addresses, and a laundry list of twisted shit you bunch have been doing in fetish orgies that I helped execute along with all the other bad girls.”
“I think you need to go back on that breathing tube,” The Lord of Chaos sighed.
With a flick of the wrist, the cane came down on the Joker’s chest cracking her ribs again and strangely enough inflating her chest to E cups. The Breathing tube that had been removed snaked its way back down the Joker’s throat.
“How did you do that?” Batgirl asked.
“I am a Lord of Chaos, I can put tits on a fish,” the Lord of Chaos shrugged, “You should see some of my other handy work.”
“Like what?” Question asked.
“The Platypus,” The Lord of Chaos smiled.
“I guess I can close out that notebook then,” The Question sighed.
“Those three,” The Lord of Chaos smirked, “Now let me give you some help on the riddle…”
The Lord of Chaos took a deep breath and opened his mouth to say something but instead closed it. He smiled and turned around walking into nothingness before hitting the wall.
“Looks like we need some new names,” Batgirl stared at the floor, “And you need some practice deep throating that Princess!”
“Look, she already has that tube in her mouth,” Nightwing made a joke.
“We need to get her locked away in Arkham along with Harley,” Batman gave the orders then touched his ear activating the com-link, “What’s the status outside?”
“Shitty,” Red Hood said, “I am being attacked by a bunch of tweens with funoodles! And somebody said I wasn’t aloud to shoot them!”