And there he is again, same guard, same time, different day.

This time, he brings something that should definitely not be entering a patient's cell under any circumstances.

The Joker keeps his calm until he sees the gun. Then his eyes widen slightly. Grinning, in profile to the camera, the guard tangles his fingers in the Joker's hair and wrenches his head back. Any sounds of protest he might make are, of course, not carried by the medium.

The muzzle of the gun traces his scarred lips.