The Joker giggled and laughed even through the crack of bone and the splurt of blood that gushed from his nose, flowing with the follow up punch to his stomach and doubling over in glee and pain.

He let himself stagger back and looked up at the Batman, cracking a grin and smearing the blood from his nose away with a hand. "The problem is, uh, even if they can send me away before I get out - Batman, just think about the riots. I did all that with one little letter - imagine what I could do in a nuthouse full of people who don't even know what I'm capable of."