Clown in a cage

[gothamscitizens]

MCU is close to a madhouse.

Any cop-killer who gets brought into the GCPD's holding cells is looking at a rough night, but the Joker isn't just any cop-killer. He's the one responsible for the death of Commissioner Loeb, he's had everyone's families in a panic for days, and he just wreaked havoc all over the streets with -- according to the gossip -- nothing less than a bazooka. Or a grenade launcher, depending on who you ask.

A couple of the older guys on the force, men who can be relied on to stay calm and tough, are assigned to searching and disarming him of his knives before they shove him into a holding cell.

It's . . . a lot of knives.

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[gothamsheiress]

Wrong, Joker. Very wrong.

She grabs him by the shirt again, pulling him up. Slamming him into the table again is sounding pretty good.

[manofmyword]

"But don't worry!" he says, patting the back of her hand. "I'm gonna tell you where they are. Both of 'em. And that's the point. You'll have to choose."

He licks his lips; his eyes dart to either side.

"He's at... 250 52nd Street, and she's... uh, on Avenue X, at Cicero."

[gothamsheiress]

That's all she needed.

She drops him without another thought and heads for the door, throwing the chair aside.

[gothamshonestcop]

Jim is right outside, so close to the door that he needs to step back to let her pass.

Joker was wrong. It's not a choice. They have a team here.

"Which one are you going after?"

[gothamsheiress]

"Rachel!" she snarls without slowing.

[gothamshonestcop]

He doesn't think about it, just reacts. Jim yells at his men, "We're getting Dent!" And leads the charge to the cars. On the way, he pulls out his phone to organize the SWAT back up, and points Stephens into the interrogation room to watch the Joker.

"250 52nd Street!"