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Case File Opened
Name: Jack Napier
Note: Name never officially proven.
Age: Unknown
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Gender: Male
Weight: ~192 pounds (87 kilograms)
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Green
Skin Tone: White
Alias: The Joker
Kill Count: 2,928 Confirmed Kills
Note: Many Unconfirmed Cases Exist, Number Could Reach to ~3,500
Status: Alive
Case File Closed
There were no alarms. No sirens. Not even a twitch in the video feeds. Nothing to alert to the presence of the intruder. Well, one could call him an intruder, but that suggests he wasn’t meant to be there. And by all accounts, after the months of planning and preparation, one can certainly say that he was meant to be there.
A long black trench coat billowed behind him as he stalked the halls of the Asylum. The coat was designed with purposely-cut, long slits in the fabric were held together by strands of red wire, stitched through the fabric in X formations. The cross-stitching ran further than the slits in the coat, continuing all the way up the edge of the fabric from the base of the coat to the nape of the collar. It crisscrossed the shoulders and accented the wrists, the lines of blood red x’s providing something to draw the eyes. The equally blood red tie that hung around his neck, casting shadows onto his pristine white shirt, only added to the aura of power the man gave off as he strode down the silent halls of Arkham Asylum.
Despite the silence, he could hear, no... feel, the screams of its victims. The tortured way the criminally insane clawed at the walls, begging to be released from their confines. But there was one man in these walls who didn’t scream to be let out, instead he tricked, he planned, he manipulated his way into his freedom.
The name Harley Quinn seemed to echo through the silence, louder than the others. A victim of the insanity this place radiated.
The man found the door he wanted and began to carefully disarm the numerous locks and bolts. It seemed the world was waiting for him with bated breath, waiting, waiting... waiting.
The door slid open, though its bolts were so unused that it screeched as it went, piercing the silence of the Asylum. This did not worry the man. Instead, he merely stepped into the cell, where a maniac in a straight jacket awaited him.
Eyes glistening with glee, his laughter could be heard despite the muzzle around his mouth. He couldn’t move an inch, but the monster in the straight jacket was laughing. He finally had a visitor...
There were no words exchanged. Nothing to reveal who the man in the trench-coat was. The Joker kept laughing, and the Cardinal merely drew his blade.
It was a delicate looking thing, pristine steel shiny enough to reflect the room around them like a mirror. He held it to the Joker’s neck and sliced without hesitation.
Red blood spilled from the wound, but that didn’t stop the man. He sliced persistently but slowly, carefully drawing the blade across the flesh again and again. The bones of the neck provided a slight problem, but that had been prepared for.
The eyes of the Joker had long since lost their light, their hysterical gleam, but the man kept with his delicate slices until he reached the other side. The Joker’s head might have fallen to the floor if it weren’t for the straps keeping it there. But the man in the trench coat wasn’t done. He took the Joker’s arms, and sliced them clean. The straps kept them in place as well.
The man tilted his head to the side, but seemed to decide that he was done. He cleaned his blade on the fabric of the straight jacket, which was already stained blood-red, and turned to leave the cell. He closed the door and locked it back like it was before, and then strode out of the Asylum just like he’d entered: through the front gates.
No alarms sounded, no security guards yelled for backup, no one knew the break in had occurred. Because all of that had been taken care of beforehand, planned out meticulously to make sure no one would stop him. Steel blue eyes glimmered behind the white lenses of a domino mask—the mask which sat upon his face, sharp ends tracing down to his jaw and covering his nose like a bird’s beak. Red feathers hung amongst the dark strands of his hair, tied in purposefully. He had finished the one thing no one had ever managed to finish before, at least, not without Batman’s inevitable intervention. But Batman did not intervene this time, because Batman did not know. No one would know... not until the sun rose over Gotham City and a nurse at the asylum approached the Joker’s cell to give him his daily meal. By then, the blood would have long since drained completely from the monster’s body and there would be no saving him.
Cardinal pressed a button on the device he pulled from one of the many pockets in his trench-coat, and his body began to shift and phase. Then, without so much as a sound, he slipped into the pocket dimension that he kept his base hidden in—away from the prying eyes of the Bat.
He slowly stripped of the clothes he wore, took the mechanical feathers from his hair, and the boots off his feet, before stepping into the shower where steaming hot water awaited him. He scrubbed any last blood from his skin, even though there was barely a drop to begin with, and washed his hair throughly, lathering the black locks with shampoo and conditioner that made his hair smell like the air after it rains. A small smile crossed his lips as he bathed, a feeling of accomplishment coursing through his veins.
Stepping out of the shower, he toweled off, drying his skin and hair carefully, before wrapping the towel around his waist and leaving the bathroom, picking up his suit up off the floor from where he'd left it after tonight’s escapades. He placed the suit out on a table, for him to wash gently with a washcloth later, and then moved to the dresser. He dressed himself in black jeans that were just slightly loose on him and a dark purple hoodie that smelled like vanilla.
Comfortable now, he ambled over to the computer whose keys were waiting for him. He began to type, slender fingers gracing over the keys with practiced ease.
Case File Opened
Name: Jack Napier
Note: Name never officially proven.
Age: Unknown
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Gender: Male
Weight: ~192 pounds (87 kilograms)
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Green
Skin Tone: White
Alias: The Joker
Kill Count: 2,928 Confirmed Kills
Note: Many Unconfirmed Cases Exist, Number Could Reach to ~3,500
Status: Deceased
Note: Killed in Arkham Asylum
Case File Closed