Attack his weakest point

"Ahem—I was unconscious, not asleep—"

The nurse shrugged, clearly unwilling to continue the subject.

"By the way, where's Commissioner Gordon?"

"He left ages ago. He was worried about you and barged in alone last night..." The nurse shrugged. "Then, after he saw you, he swore a couple of times and left."

"I had oxygen toxicity! That guy really—"

"It was oxygen toxicity at first. By the time Commissioner Gordon went in, you were just asleep."

"Oh..."

"Commissioner Gordon is probably busy dealing with the Joker right now. He and Harley Quinn broke out."

"Huh? When did that happen?" Roland froze. After all the treatment the Joker had received, what was he escaping for?

"While you were sleeping like a dead pig."

"Well..."

Funny Bone Airlines. "Here I come, baby! You can open your eyes now!" The Joker came falling out of the sky on a Harley motorcycle and landed in a heap of tapioca starch.

"What is this?" Harley Quinn stared at the Joker, speechless.

"Don't you get it, darling?" The Joker flashed an eight-toothed smile. "I dropped a Harley into tapioca starch for you, sweetheart! That makes it a Harley pudding!"

"Uh..." Harley Quinn was chilled into silence by the Joker's terrible pun.

"Don't be unhappy, darling. Just think of the motorcycle as a raisin." The Joker tried his hardest to please Harley Quinn,

but Harley ignored him.

"Where's the style I wanted? The massive mayhem?" Harley said listlessly. "Wanton destruction! The annihilation of civilization! I hope you at least stole those motorcycles."

"Uh, actually, I had the motorcycle shipped over. I traded our helicopter for it."

"What?" Harley Quinn was stunned. "I was going to fly it over City Hall on Thursday and drop bombs! What do we do now? Ride a sticky jelly motorcycle there to drop