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The old massive fortress of stone and steel seemed to fit perfectly for the place that the old wizard thought he could try and teach his latest annoyance. The lesson was simply nothing more than that things changed and that not even time could preserve the past without proper aid. The ancient wizard simply leaned up against his staff and began to stroke his beard under the shadow of his mammoth sized magnificent hat which seemed to be the greatest aspect of the old mans appearance. His old sapphire orbs seemed to stare off at something in the distance while he adjusted his cap and took a few steps back.

"Now's the time I suppose." The old wizard began to smile and weave the energy needed to cross the void between realms. He removed his hat and continued to connect the strings he required as he crossed his mind over to The Twin Crystals and then to the other realms that he had been privy too upon their creation. Bigsby's mind began to search through his realms archives and produced a single card hidden away in a book bearing the image of a harlequin with playing cards in hand and three batons presented on either side of the jester.


The old archive the wizard drew upon did not seem empty as others walked about the room watching and waiting to see what the older gentleman was up to. With the card in hand Bigsby tossed it over the railing and pass a floating crystal which zapped at it with strange arcane power that was not heard or seen.

"Bigsby? Do you think this is wise?" A robed woman asked as she watched the wizards presence slowly return back to whence it came. The woman did not wait for an answer as she quickly traversed the stairs to follow after the ancient wizard only to glance as the card continued to fall down to infinity as this room seemed to truly have no precise top or bottom. "Tell me something. Do you think I am truly blind to my actions?" Bigsby finally spoke up as he suddenly came across his own mind once more. "I do these things to learn from my mistakes. If I am allowed to have such power should I not be held accountable for my actions or inaction within the multiverse?" The woman seemed stunned but did not say another word as Bigsby found himself once again standing in the Hellfire Colosseum connecting the strands of the arcane together to create a doorway for his newest test subject.

He raised his staff up into the air and slammed the butt of it back down upon the Hellish soil only to conjure a portal before him which would suck his destined target through to the arena along with any other poor furniture or goods that Joker might have been standing around. The Old wizard was a patient man but there was some things he knew he had to deal with in order to make the arms of his clock work.

While the old man and his little assistant talked morals, far across the Multiverse a sigh of contentment rose up into the air, the moisture from its source's breath swirling and twisting in on itself in some sickeningly-sweet cloud of sadistic satisfaction. The little cloud soon dissipated, leaving only the stench of blood to sit heavy in the air. It was dark in the bar, and only recently very much quiet. Most likely because all of the patrons had now either fled the scene in a panic or found themselves strewn in various places (And pieces) around the tavern. Only one stood, well sat, amongst the carnage. The heavy shadows of the place obscured most of the features of the lone survivor, his silhouetted head tilted back to rest it's weight on his shoulders with a bottle of booze loosely dangling between his fingers; Absentmindedly swaying as the man's wrist gently rolled from side to side in an almost bored sort of way. Only the bar held up his arms, his back resting against the splintery wood.

In the years since his disappearance from Wing City, a legend had faded into something of a mere myth of what it once was. Instead of being the force to fear that he once was, he had been reduced to nothing more than a scary story mothers told their children and senile old-folk swore to have seen and survived. A whisper on the wind, a tale told after a few-too-many drinks.

Regardless; The legend of Joker, the man with the $3.5 million bounty, had been all but forgotten.

Some would argue that such a bounty was impossible, as the amount of crimes you would have to commit could never be done in a single lifetime. Others say that his crimes were so severe that they warranted such a hefty price on his head. The amount of lives that had been lain to waste at his hands was unfathomable. The stories, while often exaggerated for effect, told of this man's countless run-ins with demons, ghosts... With cursed machines and pirates, vampires and werewolves... Challengers from across the Multiverse came in droves to challenge his title and to try and claim their prize. Very few had been rumored to survive their encounters. Those that did survive, however, only did so by realizing their mistake and fleeing for their lives with their tails between their legs. Nobody was sure why he'd disappeared in the first place, or where he went, but in his absence the Multiverse rested just a little bit easier.

That was, of course, until recently. Stories began to surface of a man with a ponytail, a pointed grin, and little regard for the lives and safety of others wreaking havoc along the outskirts of the Multiverse. Entire bars were wiped out, bounty hunters were left strung up in the streets; Fists clenched tightly around a wanted poster. A chill seemed to run through the denizens of Wing City. Even now, panicked patrons ran to tell law officials of the atrocities that took place at their local bar. Something about a gang of thugs recognizing someone and trying to take him in. Silly bikers.

Alcohol, in theory, was a pointless endeavor on Joker's part. Not having any functioning internal organs made getting drunk just a little bit difficult. Yet he continued to drink. Concept of the thing, most likely. Perhaps it was the little things that made life just a little kinder to the man. These thoughts, among other things, writhed and twisted around behind heavily lidded eyes as they stared deep into the bottle held in front of them. A small flick of the wrist sent it's contents sloshing and slapping against their glass prison.

Well what kind of an ass would he be if he didn't free the poor thing from it's hold. The lips of the bottle met Joker's own as he tilted the bottle back to pour the rest of the brew down his gullet. Although, something was... off. A mild look of confusion sprawled out on Joker's face as he felt sharp and hot pin pricks start poking and prodding at the back of his neck. At first he thought it was just the entrails of one of the bounty hunter's he'd just used to paint the walls, but as realization sunk in, a small sigh slipped out from between his lips.

The floorboards creaked as Joker hopped to his feet and shifted his weight from foot to foot; A little bounce accompanying each time it changed. He neatly set the bottle down on the counter, which seemed rather out of place among the bloody wreckage of bodies and broken barstuffs, and a chorus of sickening crackles rose up as Joker rolled his neck back along his shoulders.

It wasn't the first time he'd been teleported. Joker continued his bouncy loosening-up pre-fight ritual as he felt that pinprick-y feeling spread from his neck back down the rest of his body. The pricks soon became a sharp burn, prompting Joker to calmly shut his eyes for the coming whiteness that teleporting brought with it. Just before he was yanked into the Colosseum, a small ray of sunlight filtered through the murky windows to reveal an eager little grin starting to slip over his lips. Moments later, there was a loud snap and the filth that the bar had become was left, only the dead to fill it's rotting and soon to be forgotten walls.

Bigsby's portal would crack open, spitting out a very ready Joker. As the air rushed past, violently sucked in as the portal shut, that almost unnecessarily large ponytail of his flicked and writhed about before coming to rest when the door snapped shut behind him. Only when the portal had fully shut and when Joker's arms rested atop his chest did he open those soulless eyes. While the wanted man took in his conjurer, that eager grin continued to grow into that almost trademarked sharp-toothed smile.

Joker was back...


... And he was ready to take the Multiverse by storm once again.

Sabnach has arrived, coming from Hellfire Bridge.

In a cacophony of obliteration, everything to the south vanishes.

Sabnach has left the area, heading in into Hellfire Colosseum: Gates.

Sabnach has arrived, coming from Hellfire Colosseum: Entry Hall.

In a cacophony of obliteration, everything to the in vanishes.

In a cacophony of obliteration, everything to the north vanishes.

Sabnach has left the area, heading out into Hellfire Colosseum: Gates.

Sabnach materializes from the void.

Sabnach has left the area, heading in into Hellfire Colosseum: Entry Hall.

Sabnach materializes from the void.

This area begins to push everything out of itself, a great expulsion of material into another realm...

Sabnach materializes from the void.

Sabnach has left the area, heading in into Hellfire Colosseum: Entry Hall.

Sabnach materializes from the void.

Sabnach has left the area, heading in into Hellfire Colosseum: Entry Hall.