There was a wide variety of knickknacks in The Treasure Chest pawn shop in Gotham City. Behind one rack, there were several lava lamps with their red liquid flowing hypnotically. There was a wide variety of jewelry including diamond rings and watches. On a table, there was a wide selection of used computers and printers. In the middle of the room there were three sets of golf clubs. Perhaps the most interesting thing in the room was a selection of clocks. They were the most interesting things to a certain balding man with colorless hair and a pointed nose.

The man picked up his silver hourglass and leered at another man who was lying on the floor. To the casual observer, nothing would appear wrong with the man on the floor. However, the man was still quite dead. The balding man gave the dead man a nod as if thanking him for his ill gotten gains and left. If the balding man had stayed a second more, he would have seen an ominous shadow in the shape of a bat enter the pawn shop.

The bat was a rather tall man in a black spandex suit and a cowl with pointed ears. Every step the man took exuded a forceful nature. Many men feared this bat like creature even men more powerful than the bat. The bat walked purposely up to the dead man with a cold stare in his eyes. He picked up a two way radio from his belt with many gadgets and pushed a button.

"Come in J'onn," the gruff man ordered.

"What is it, Batman?""I've come across another strange murder," Batman reported. "This is the third pawn shop owner this week. There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with him. It's as if something scared him to death."

"I'll send some League members to investigate," The Martian Manhunter replied.

The balding man ran away from the pawn shop knowing that his master would be pleased with his prize. He ran several blocks until he came to the alley he had mysteriously appeared in. He would have disappeared just as mysteriously if he would not have heard a sinister laugh behind him. The balding man turned around to a see a grotesque clown with green hair wearing a purple suit. The man with green hair took a small tree branch from a pocket of his jacket and waved it in the air.

"What are you doing?" the balding man growled.

"This is a stick up!" the happy clown cackled. "Give me all of your money!"

"You're just a Muggle," the balding man refused.

"Oh, I've been called a lot of things, but I've never been called that," the clown snickered. "You can call me Joker."

"I've had enough of this," the balding man sneered as he whipped out a stick of his own. "Avada…"

Before the balding man finished his sentence, the Joker reached inside his jacket and squeezed a rubber bulb, causing a green liquid to fly out and cover the stick of the balding man. The stick disappeared.

"What sort of magic is this?" the man with the pointed nose cried out.

"Just a little acid," the Joker replied. "You don't look happy. Maybe I can fix that."

The Joker once again reached in his jacket and pulled out a rather odd looking gun with a clown's face at the end. The clown prince of crime fired the gun and a projectile hit the balding man causing a cloud of green smoke to envelop the balding man. Both men found that so funny that they laughed hysterically. Soon only the clown was laughing.