The Joker led Harley Quinn into the theatre, leaving the hyenas behind in the car. He walked through reception, casually shooting the lady in the ticket booth and the popcorn vendors.
"Oh goodie, Harley," he quipped, "I think couples get in free!"
The mad lovers sneaked into the cinema hall. "Laurel & Hardy" was showing on the big screen. Bah, how dull. They should be showing the REAL classics, like Looney Tunes. Now, THAT was comedy. Characters were flayed, set on fire and thrown off cliffs - it was all so deliciously cruel!
"BORING!" sighed The Joker loudly, letting out a theatrical yawn. He got a few hyshes from the front, obviously from people who couldn't see who was sitting at the back of the cinema hall.
"Let's give these schmucks something they can really laugh at," whispered The Joker, pulling Harley out of the cinema hall, "Watching crap like this, I'd say it's a mercy killing."
Once they were out the cinema hall, The Joker tossed a handful of laughing-gas smoke grenades through the doors, before locking them shut.
"Films like that are box office poison! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
From inside, The Joker could hear quickly rising laughter, loud and manic, coming out in sharp, painful spasms. And then, in less tham a minute, the laughter was replaced by an eerie silence. The Joker took his ear away from the door, and turned back to Harley Quinn.
"Now, THAT'S entertainment..."