That would be the last time Lex Luthor would let the Joker and Felix Faust in charge of refreshments for the annual Legion of Doom Villains’ Ball.
Those two maniacs must have mixed industrial grade absinthe, some sort of transformative potion, and enough Red Bull to give the Flash mild cardiac arrest into a punchbowl.
This was supposed to be an elegant evening celebrating their mad genius, and now … Catwoman and Cheetah have treed the Penguin, Captain Cold and Mr. Freeze are fighting over the ice sculpture of a mermaid, Bizarro has turned into a centaur with two sets of hindquarters. Solomon Grundy just vomited up a creature that makes Swamp Thing smell like a field of roses, and Giganta may have killed Gorilla Grodd by trying to give him a lap dance while she was twenty stories tall.
And Lex himself has grown horns and bat-wings and has the irresistible urge to climb the statuary and sing showtunes … which would explain why the Joker kept referring to him as ‘you sly, velvet-throated devil’ all through dinner.
Now that purple-clad hyena and his little blonde groupie are slumped in the corner laughing and Instagramming the entire fiasco, and Faust is who knows where, the cowardly little alchemist.
Oh, they will rue the day … no more membership drives in Gotham City, EVER. And no more sorcerers. Mad science, aliens, killer robots, genetic freaks. No psychotic sociopaths obsessed with bats.
In fact, as soon as he sobered up, Lex was going to arrange for a little accident at Arkham Asylum: one that had a half-life of about three hundred years …
This took an unreasonably long time. mainly because I couldn’t find the right picture of Tina. The background was easy. The picture I eventually used is from the muppets. You’re welcome internet, I’m going to bed now. Bye.