Hello, Multiverse. And Gotham, if we can find one, eh?

[gothams_joker]

Y'know, you make the good ol' crossing and yet? You do nothing with me! You sign up for communities, but not with me! Really, why not lead with your best foot forward? Or best hand grenade, as the case may be.

There's even a Luthor around for me to bother! No Bats in the ol' belfry but it's probably only a matter of time until he shows up. Figures. Just when you need some fun he's nowhere to be seen. But when you're in the middle of something he's there six ways from sunday. It's so gauche. Hmm? Oh, her. She doesn't count. None of the little helper-monkeys count, do they.

Heh, this place has fake gods, angry demons, magic users - but not enough of li'l ol' me. Time to introduce a little bit of chaos to the ol' soup. Whaddaya say, for old times' sake?

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Joker... DCAU Joker... I LOVE YOU!!!

[tree_puncher]

Hello...

[Said a 1.7 meter tall block man made of blocks...]

[byebye_mistah_j]

There really needs to be more universes where you're supposed to be dead.

[timeshare_batwoman]

An odd sentiment coming from his hench wench.

[byebye_mistah_j]

I'll ignore the comment since the version of myself from your world likely gave you enough trouble to warrant the comment.

At any rate any position "Hench wench" or otherwise is former. I was the one that killed him.

[timeshare_batwoman]

Not directly; you were long presumed-dead by my time. But you and your puddin's last crime came back to trouble me.

[byebye_mistah_j]

Except I'm guessing that final crime never happened in my world.

[timeshare_batwoman]

I should hope not. Does the name "Joker Junior" ring any bells?

[gothams_joker]

[He blinks a few times]

And here I could've sworn I skipped Mardi Gras this year.

[gothams_joker]

Oh, you again. How are you, sweetie?

[byebye_mistah_j]

You're kidding...we had a KID?!

[byebye_mistah_j]

Still a fair aim with a gun.

[gothams_joker]

[He sighs, theatrically]

You're so dull for a Harley. I mean, honestly, You're just batgirl with a firearm.

Poor form, Harley, poor form.

[timeshare_batwoman]

Only in your twisted minds. Everyone else saw a kidnapped, brainwashed, broken child. And that's not even getting into what your Mistah J did to him from beyond the grave.

[byebye_mistah_j]

Oh I can be less dull but I thought I would never see you again yet here you are, multiple times.

Though if it makes you feel any better I'm not completely sane.

[byebye_mistah_j]

Could you stop calling him mine?! I shot him in the head! What more do you want from me?

[She calms down after a moment looking sheepish.]

S-sorry.

[inmateincharge]

It's so refreshing to see a familiar face around here for once!

[gothams_joker]

[Cue theatrical shock]

Why gosh! Really? You? Not entirely sane? Why, I'm shocked! Flabbergasted! Floored!

[He smiles again]

For those with a disgusting lack of humour in the room, that was sarcasm.

[tree_puncher]

What is Mardi Gras?

[Steve? knows nothing of anything non-Minecraft.]

[gothams_joker]

[He stops, looks him up and down, rubbing his own chin, then nods]

You, sir, have just the right sense of style!

[gothams_joker]

Where I thought I got the tequila-fuelled dream that's you, Boxy McBoxerson.

[byebye_mistah_j]

[She scoffs.]

Yes clearly but this is a new development after your death.

That nickname makes me laugh.

[tree_puncher]

My name's Steve? not Boxy McBoxerson... But that is a nice nickname I must admit.

Excellent :P

[gothams_joker]

Steve. Really.

[He'll just blink a few more times]

Not every day a clown gets to meet a fellow who was extruded.

[gothams_joker]

[For the first time he laughs]

Oh, yes, of course. Because you were so mentally stable before.

[tree_puncher]

Extruded? I'm unsure whatever it is you mean.

[Oh yeah, bye the way did you notice that Steve?'s name is floating above his head in white text? Cause it is...]