A group of people woke up, hands tied and heads ringing, with a spotlight on them in the middle of a darkened warehouse. Three men were white, wearing red armbands. The others were a Black man, a Native American man, and a white woman. As they all swam up into hazy consciousness, a meandering voice echoed out of the darkness.
"Now I'm somewhat familiar with the mob, but I hear there's a new gang in town. A new gang that says they have pure blood." Here, the edge of the spotlight draped over a figure with a pale white face and a purple suit. A short blade, spotted with some dark substance, glinted in his hand. "Well I can tell you this from close-up experience, everybody's blood looks just the same."
The Joker held the knife up to one of the white supremacists' arms. Just before reaching the skin, he swiped it downwards to cut off the ropes binding him. Seeing an opportunity, the man jabbed at the Joker's face, making contact with his nose, and scrambled to his feet. Joker only laughed, sending explosive peals of mania after the man fleeing into the darkness. Turning into the darkness after him, Joker pulled an automatic handgun from his coat. The group could only hear what happened next as the man's cries for help were stopped short by gunfire.
Footsteps. The clatter of a magazine on the ground. The mechanical smack of its replacement. The wandering voice issued forth again: "it looks like he didn't want to participate in the fun. I'll just let the rest of you know that if there's any more Debbie Downers here, ah, the roof is rigged to blow. So if I were you I'd play by the rules." The remaining members of the group looked at each other, trying to read the wide eyed expressions that they knew matched their own. The Joker continued to speak.
"Now, my idea is part game, part experiment. I wanted to settle this 'white supremacy' thing once and for all. I wanted to see how the peak of human condition," he said, poking one of the white men in his protruding stomach, "would perform against the unwashed masses here." The Black man, Native man, and woman were too afraid to take this as an insult.
"So here's the goal. If both teams still have living members in ten minutes, then everyone goes to kingdom come. The last team left standing, wins!" The Joker made a signal with his hands and the lights came up. Once they were done squinting, the group saw a small pile of weapons including baseball bats, two ends of a shattered pool cue, and an assortment of knives all lying at the other end of the empty warehouse.
As the Joker cut them from their ropes, one of the white supremacists spoke up. "This isn't fair! We're down by one!" He gestured with his head at the now visible corpse. Joker brandished the handgun towards the non-supremacists.
"That's true, that's true. I'll give you a head start. Go!" The others stood frozen under gunpoint while the white supremacists took off, racing with limbs flailing towards the pile of weapons. Just as they began, the Joker lowered the gun and reversed his grip to hold it by the barrel.
"Now, I'd imagine that, deep down, they were hoping for an opportunity like this," he said to the woman and two men. "A chance to beat the victims of their hate bloody. But you know, I'm an agent of chaos. Sorting people into a neat order isn't my cup of tea." Joker reached out, offering the gun to the woman.
As she took the gun by the handle, she looked first at the joker, then at the white men picking up baseball bats.
"Happy hunting, folks," the Joker said.
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