He thrusts his fists against the posts… …and still insists,he sees the ghosts. He thrusts his fists against the posts… …and still insists,he sees the ghosts. Leave me alone or I’ll break your bones. I guess I’m not in Arkham Asylum anymore. Is this really Gotham City or am I dreaming? These people don’t even recognize me… I know what this is…this is a bad joke. Hey there! Come give daddy Joker a hug! Did you miss me? This is really starting to piss me off. Harley? Why did you wear that stupid outfit? Harley? What the hell is going on? Are you even listening to me! ”THE JOKER? DO YOU REMEMBER?” ”THE QUESTION MARK GUY. HE IS DEAD?” ”NO. NOT HIM.” ”YOU KNOW WHAT…IT DOESN’T MATTER. LET’S FORGET ABOUT HIM AND MOVE ON! ”YES. LET’S FORGET ABOUT HIM AND MOVE ON!” No one is forgetting me! HARLEY! ANSWER ME! Someone is in big trouble… Hi, Joker! What did you do to her? Do you want a balloon? How about a gun? Show yourself! Stop playing with me! GET OFF ME! What the hell are you? Time to float. Oh..shit. You’ll float down here, motherf*cker! What are you doing here? Jason? OH YEAH! HIT ME! I’ll kill you clown boy! Okay clown boy, you got what you want. Do what you want with me… C’mon. You can’t attack me with my own crowbar! GET OFF ME! You make me crazy! Puddin’ how could you? Simple really… Like this!