The three "Worst" in Gotham!

“Who is our first contestants?” Selina asked, “It is none other than the Clown Prince of Crime!”

Selina rolled her wrist while she snapped and pointed at a spot in front of table of restrained heroes. A cloud of magicians smoke puffed up and cleared revealing the Joker in an electric chair.

“Next,” Selina said, “The Hateful Harlot!”

She snapped her finger again and another electric chair appeared in a puff of smoke. Harley looked around but couldn’t say anything because of a gag in her mouth.

“And lastly for this round,” Selina pronounced, “The Botanical Bitch!”

With a last snap of her finger Poison Ivy appeared in a glass jar.

“Now I know all of the Bats have been struggling with how to deal with the clown prince of crime,” Selina went into a somewhat heroic version of Catwoman but still with heavy traces of game show host, “How to end his reign of terror without killing him?”

Catwoman went over and smiled at the Joker.

“Hay Joker,” Catwoman sat on his lap, “What would you say if I told you I could make you what you always wanted to be?”

“I’d ask you what you wanted in return,” Joker chuckled.

“Agree to serve me and” Catwoman said before whispering in Joker’s ear.

Joker didn’t react for minute but then he started a low chuckle that built into mynical laughter.

“A-ha-ha-ha, Oh tootse,” Joker said, “I’d not only serve you I’d lick your ass! Ha-ha-ha!”

“Does that work?” Catwoman asked.

A green light appeared out of no-where and turned on.

“Guess so!” Catwoman shouted.

“What?” Joker asked.

Catwoman tapped the button next to the electric chair and volts of electricity surged throw the systems before Joker and the chair erupted in another cloud of magician’s smoke.

“I know what you are thinking,” Catwoman smiled her naughty grin, “But I didn’t kill him. You remember how he all ways kept going on about ‘that one rotten day’ garbage? When I just stole that day. Let’s have a look at what his life turned into if he hadn’t had that day, shall we?”

A TV appeared next to Catwoman and flicked on, it showed a report from one of those celebrity and movie gossip shows.

“The CW announced today that they would not renew the sitcom ‘The Jack Napier Show’ after this season. The show has been under fire after the star was accused of domestic ****. We caught up with the star earlier today and he had this to say.”

The TV switched to a shot of a man who was clearly the Joker minus bleached skin and green hair going into an office building in LA.

“I think it is perfectly clear to everyone that the sitcom format just wasn’t working out,” the man who had been the Joker said, “Everyone decided that we should move on to develop other projects. I personally am proud to endorse Nadia’s character getting her own drama spin off series. I know I will enjoy reviving the Damn The Pants series and look forward to having my friends from the Jack Napier show come on as guests.”

“How do you respond to the accusations that your show was canceled over calls to have you fired for domestic ****?”

“You know what is really if you think about it? Someone makes an anonymous accusation of domestic **** and that is all you can focus on when we have hundreds of people a day confessing to ****. Why aren’t you out there asking how these folk in pajamas can make people confess to ****?”

“Are you saying Wonder Woman is wearing pajamas?”

“If those are her pajamas, I don’t want to know what her sexy undies consist of. That is just too scary to think about!”

“And that is enough of that,” Catwoman turned off the TV.

Harley was squirming and freaking out in her electric chair. Catwoman moved over and tapped Harley’s gag.

“What did you do to my puddin?” Harley screamed.

“The Joker you knew was one day away from a rise to notoriety as a comedian,” Catwoman kissed Harley on the cheek, “I stole that one rotten day that derailed his carrier. He never left his wife, his unborn son or his dead end job. Then a day later he got a break and started making real money. He never ended up taking that chemical bath.”

“So no Mista Jay?” Harley asked, “But what about me?”

Harley was still in her red and black outfit.

“Oh Harley,” Catwoman kissed her on the cheek again, “Just wait a minute. Now Pam… have you ever wondered what your life would have been like if you hadn’t been fucked over by Woodward?”

“FUCK YOU SELINA!” Pamela shouted.

“Just think about it,” Catwoman tapped the glass jar.

Pamela was assaulted with images of an alternative life that she hadn’t lived. She grabbed her head and sank to her knees.

“Are you really better off as a goddess?” Catwoman asked.

Pamela didn’t answer but looked up with tears in her eyes.

“How about…”