Jack Napier.

Ace of Knaves and King of Crimes. 

This man can take the best psychologists and reduce them to nothing but another insane asylum occupant. His sanity is questioned by some, but this man stays true to himself.

And evil genius, he is; possibly the smartest man currently walking the Earth. He can twist minds and manipulate bodies. He can create bombs that would have Hitler bowing at his feet. If Jack wanted to, he could have the world in his palms, ready to be crushed into nothingness.

 But that isn't what Jack wants.

Jack is a man of simple taste. All he wants is to further the corruption of the corrupted. To give everyone a taste of a little Anarchy. 

(Go ahead, Britt. ^^

Okay, Chancia, you know what to do, it starts with Joker wailing on Jason with a crowbar while Alexis is outside in the lambo.  I'm braindead.)

Jack let out a cackling laugh, collapsing against the nearest wall.

"You know, this is really fun.. Are you having fun?" He asked, laughing again. "You are going to regret this!" The other man spat, straining against his bound.

"Oo, not playing correctly, are you? That's another point-" Jack sneered, hitting him with the crowbar again. "-lost." 

Stress was getting to him.  He had resisted the urge to stark smoking due to it being his dads car, so he stood outside it, his breathing shallow, knowing exactly what was taking place.  He heard in the far distance a motercycle, obviously Batman's.  He knew this was a bad idea.  But he wasn't afraid.  He walked to the old warehouse, placing his hand on the door, nervous is he should go in or not.  He had issues abotu watchign other people murder.  Especially his father.

But it wasn't fear of tanglign with Batman that made him go inside, it was more curiosety of watching soemone get severe head injuries.  He liked seeing head injuries more than other injuries.  There are more blood vessels in your head, so it bleeds more.  He LOVES watching blood.  He opened the door, stepping in.

"We have to set that bomb,"  Was what he thought to himself, but didn't bother saying it.  He just stood in the corner, eyes fixated on Robin. 

"You done yet?"  He questioned, still leaning against the wall. 

(He's not wearing the dress, he's wearing a black pair of jeans, black tank top and black boots.)

((Cool.))

Jack laughed again, smacking him upside the head with the crowbar.

"'Lexi, were's the bomb?" 

Alexis waited for Joker to take another swing and grabbed it, ripping it from his hand and tossing it behind him.

Normally if it was soemone like Harley he'd give an answer like "Up your as$ in a minute,"  But that was rude.  And a little sick.

"I'll set it up.  I'd rather Batman be able to at least make him out, right?" He said, then flipped Robin over on his back, and knelt his knee on his chest.

"What is your name?  I have to know."  He said, putting his hand on his mask, but not removing it.  In his other hand was what looking like a remote control to an old-fasioned television.

(Agin sorry, my idiot cousin was typing for me while I was doing laundry)

Jack's hand flew out, grabbing Alexis by the hair in one of the rare instances he put his hands on the kid.

"Excuse me? Mind giving me back my toy?" He asked, drawing out the words. Jack grabbed Robin again, putting him back on the floor.

"Now, where was I?" 

($hit, I thought I took out that part, I had my cousin typing, and she likes to exagerate. O___o'  Can we both edit that, please?)

Alexis stood up, glaring at him.

"I'd rather not."  He said removing what looked like an old-fasioned T.V remote from his back pocket.

"I have this to set off in two minutes,"  He said, then walked for the door.

His 'happy' mood ruined, he went to the nearest three which was about twelve feet from the Warehouse, and started smoking.  He didn't get the kid's name, but he figured out who it was.  He felt numb and freezing, his hands were shaking violently, even though it wasn't cold wether.

"Twelve....Eleven.....Ten....."  He muttered, looking at his watch.  He heard the motercycle he knew Batman was on draw closer.  He felt like trying to tangle with him at that point.  He was on edge.

"Hurry up....Seven....Six....Five...."  He muttered, not realizing his voice was commign out a little shaky.

A large wolf bounded out of the warehouse, stopping once to smirk and howl.

((Fail)) 

(Alexis, by the way is having a panic attack, after Jason dies we'll do a time-skip.

Britt: Now make the charrie! >O)

Alexis looked at the wolf, than looked back down at the ground, not even bothering with smoking anymore.  He hadn't been taking his pills, he was always weird when he was off of them.

"Of ocurse I haven't been, I've been too damn jittery!  Those pills give me headaches."  He said, dropping the doob (I think that's how it's spelled, I'm not trained in the field of weed.) and stepping it out.

"Sorry for snapping off.  Let's get the hell out of here before Batman get's here,"  He said, not bothering to get in the car.  He probably smelled of smoke.  He'd walk to Harley's house and either stay there for the night or have her drive him home.  She normally did force him to take his pills though, which did coem in handy.

(Also, I've well-improved Harley.  Joker migth even LIKE her. XD)