002 [video]
[Once again, the audio comes up before the visual does.]
Soon. Soon, soon, soon... their time's coming up. Hmm.
[Video finally comes online as the PDA, in a flash of gray fuzz, comes on. Part of the screen's view is blocked by a swatch of dark purple; the device is sitting on the crumpled purple coat on a cot. The Joker is hunched over, pants off, wrapping stretchy fabric around his knee. He is sitting at a desk, on which sits a very old-looking computer; there is no electricity or lighting for the room apart from a small kerosene lamp on the desk. His face, in profile view, doesn't seem to have any paint on it. His movements are twitchy, and he is still pale (either from the remnants of paint or from the hypothermia), but he is otherwise alive and well. Empty MRE packages litter the ground around his feet, and an unfinished pack is sitting on the computer desk in front of him.]
That's better. Just have to be patient. They'll play. They won't have a choice.
[He giggles and finishes wrapping his knee before slowly getting to his feet. After testing his balance, he glances at the PDA and realizes the recording light is on. Immediately, his expression turns furious and he darts toward it, almost falling over.]
Son of a bitch!
Soon. Soon, soon, soon... their time's coming up. Hmm.
[Video finally comes online as the PDA, in a flash of gray fuzz, comes on. Part of the screen's view is blocked by a swatch of dark purple; the device is sitting on the crumpled purple coat on a cot. The Joker is hunched over, pants off, wrapping stretchy fabric around his knee. He is sitting at a desk, on which sits a very old-looking computer; there is no electricity or lighting for the room apart from a small kerosene lamp on the desk. His face, in profile view, doesn't seem to have any paint on it. His movements are twitchy, and he is still pale (either from the remnants of paint or from the hypothermia), but he is otherwise alive and well. Empty MRE packages litter the ground around his feet, and an unfinished pack is sitting on the computer desk in front of him.]
That's better. Just have to be patient. They'll play. They won't have a choice.
[He giggles and finishes wrapping his knee before slowly getting to his feet. After testing his balance, he glances at the PDA and realizes the recording light is on. Immediately, his expression turns furious and he darts toward it, almost falling over.]
Son of a bitch!