When the generator came on, electricity filled the abandoned station. The room filled with flickering fluorescent lights; one of the fluorescent bars in the corner exploded, raining glass down and making the Joker smile, but apart from that, everything went on without a hitch.

The Joker did a little jig in excitement. Now he had food, water, electricity, drugs, and, most importantly, explosives. It made him feel generous.

"Good work. Now get your little gloves back on and we'll go upstairs."

No telling how long the power supply would last, so he wanted to move quickly. She would probably be just as happy to get out of there as soon as possible, herself.