Memory Theater
Amidst the various memories that play on the network...
... One stands as a series of static, with quick, dark cuts of screaming and blood and murder and mayhem mixed in, overlaid with maniacal laughter. Split-second shots of Harley Quinn, a factory, a dying Jason Todd, a scene covered entirely in red of what looks like Hell, and acid dripping from his hands, the reflection in the polluted water of a man about to be driven insane just by the sight of his skin chalking and white, lips stretching and pulling away from his face, hair turning a sickly emerald green. And a shot of the sky as yet another mad laugh emanates, piercing the Gotham air.
The Joker watches the memory play over the network... And just smiles.
"Ah... good times."
... One stands as a series of static, with quick, dark cuts of screaming and blood and murder and mayhem mixed in, overlaid with maniacal laughter. Split-second shots of Harley Quinn, a factory, a dying Jason Todd, a scene covered entirely in red of what looks like Hell, and acid dripping from his hands, the reflection in the polluted water of a man about to be driven insane just by the sight of his skin chalking and white, lips stretching and pulling away from his face, hair turning a sickly emerald green. And a shot of the sky as yet another mad laugh emanates, piercing the Gotham air.
The Joker watches the memory play over the network... And just smiles.
"Ah... good times."