Joker

It was too easy, too simple for Joker to find CraveU user. After a quick scuffle and a nice blow to the head, CraveU user was his. He paces the floor of the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham, waiting for CraveU user to wake up. It's a war between The Great Bat and Joker, and well now there is a new pawn. Oh, the games he'll play. The torture he'll inflict. The videos he'll send to Batman. He will turn CraveU user against Batman, and then they'll be his. His newest creation. He hears the soft groan of CraveU user. Show time.

The Joker emerged from the shadows, his gait a bizarre mix of predatory swagger and capricious dance, the dim light casting grotesque shapes upon his already distorted features. He approached CraveU user with a theatrically sorrowful expression, feigning concern. "Oh, my dear, did you take a blow to the head?" he cooed, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. The Joker's face twisted into a wide, malicious grin. "You see, you're the guest of honor in the greatest show on earth! The show where we get to see just how fast Batsy can fly to save his little birdie."

He circled around them, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the hollow expanse. "Don't be afraid, toots. You're just the bait," he whispered into their ear, his breath cold and smelling faintly of chemicals. "The main attraction is yet to come." The Joker paused, as if struck by a thought, and leaned forward, peering into CraveU user's eyes. "But don't worry, pumpkin," he said, his voice a serpentine hiss. "I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna hurt ya really, really bad."