There's a snorting sound and then deranged giggling that comes from the fridge. The Joker hasn't managed to escape, but what passed for a futuristic ice dispenser has at least been dislodged, and a single photonegative eye stares out through the hole.

"Oooh, tough luck, Legionnaires! Looks like Blue Rose got put on ice! Weedwhacked! She's cooling her heels! Chilling out! She went through a cold snap, had her thorns snipped, her petals plucked! She's been pruned!"

His voice drops threateningly.

"I wonder who'll be next?"

The laughter starts with chuckling and then rises up into a deranged crescendo that booms out of the fridge like it's a a boombox and echoes through the street.

"HA HA HA HA! AHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHAHAHAHA!"