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The Joker - Dangerous Criminal Free Again!
City in panic! Joker escapes Arkham!
First bank robbed! Two guards killed! Who is going to die next?

- Dad, have you seen this? In all of the newspapers they are writing about some Joker. Do you know who he is?
- No idea, no.
- He escaped from Arkham. We were there! I thought, there is no way to escape. He must be a genius. 
- A madman, honey. 
- Bollocks daddy, bollocks.
- Hey, watch your mouth, princess.
They started laughing and returned to talking about school and work.
Mornings were very pleasant at V`s house. It was family time. No stress, no rush, even when work and school called. School was also pretty stress free. V played poker with boys and listed to the girls talk about their teacher crushes. All marks were good. Some of them were excellent but even when her life would be envied by most she missed her Arkham visit, the freedom she felt in speaking her mind, in being herself. That place had a charm which her life didn’t have. It was, in her eyes, free of masks. She wanted to spend more time there as a visitor. The Joker belonged there though as did others she learnt about at school from other kids; the Penguin, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn. They surely were extraordinary people with very special minds but she did not think they’d appreciate her company. She’d surely just get killed at their first whim.  If she held them in her esteem despite the things they did, was she normal, she wondered.


- Oh no, Dough. Don`t be sad. Give me a nice,  big smile… I want to keep it in ice forever, my boy. Be brave and bold and keep smiling.
The sound of Dough trying to get out the ice-cold water echoed from the walls of an old, empty aqua park.
- Or… I`ve just came up with a better idea! Boyz, get our young friend out.
- Tha…fa…fankkhhkk….thank youuo Jokkkkeerrrr.
- Oh come on, we are like a family...Al` right boys. Put him into that boiling bath over there. 
- Noo, no,no,no! NOOOoo! 
The water was truly boiling. Dough’s skin began to redden and blister. He almost fainted. He wanted to but he couldn`t make it happen. The pain was irrational, and inescapable.
- I changed my mind. Get him back to ice.
- Yes, sir!- the two henchmen exclaimed brainlessly.
- I`ve got a question, pal`. Which one do you prefer? The cold one or the hot one? A or B?
- Whhhaattt?? - howled Dough; desperation clouding his mind.
- I think he can`t make up his mind either boys. Back to the hot water.
- No, no no…I like THE COLD ONE!!- He shouted.
- I`m not sure. It would be much safer to check again.
The Joker was smiling from ear to ear. Ohhh, how he missed his little games. He thought it was often much better than sex with his hench girl Harley. She was so boring and predictable, always so submissive… well, not always… but now thankfully she was at Arkham. 
- Sooo, Doughyboy, are you sure now?

No respose…
- Doughyboy?-  The Joker came closer to the bath filled with hot water. - Everything okay?
It wasn`t. Or maybe it was? Dough had a heart attack… he died, slipping away from The Joker’s torturing grip. The funny side is that he actually fainted…permanently.