WHO: The Joker, and anyone caught in the crossfire.
WHAT: The Clinic explodes.
WHERE: The Clinic.
WHEN: Sunset.
The night was quiet, still, dull. A festival was going on not too far away, but it was nothing compared to the fireworks he had worked up tonight. The technology in Rivelata was amateur at best, but the Joker knew how to improvise, knew how to be resourceful, and find what he wanted.
Silly, naive, ignorant people not knowing what they were doing. Not knowing what they were saying, sealing their fates if they so be it. If they so wish it. The Joker was smiling, ready for his encore.
Bombs were set up all over the Clinic, and precisely sundown, as the nurses and doctors were preparing for the shift change, another night gone, another night to come, there was a loud sound.
A loud booming sound. The sound of explosions going off, the Clinic engulfed in flames, and everyone inside. Joker cards flew everywhere, onto the street, inside the building, mocking the crowd. The Joker? Far away, lounging in his manor.