His maniacal laughter pierces the night and yet the robot is unfazed. Much of the cyborg’s face and torso has been burned away by the Joker’s acid but it pushes on. This being does not fit any of the psychological profiles that the T-800 has in its sub-routines; his weapons are gimmicky and nonsensical, his madness is without method.
So it soldiers on, deep into the bowels of Gotham City; the robot tracks the anarchist to his lair. The clown is there, seemingly relaxed, striking a pose as the cyborg enters. Beside him is a large object, the robot identifies it as what appears to be bomb; it hesitates, computing the risk. The Joker fingers a remote, chuckling to himself, almost unable to contain his amusement. The Terminator rushes forward, grabbing him by the throat; the clown stifles his laughter and with an outstretched hand <click>, presses the button.
The device whirrs to life, beeping and flashing; and then there was a blinding light. A prop flag springs out with the word BANG! written in big red letters. The joker shrugs his shoulders and laughs at a joke lost in the robot’s circuitry as the last of his air escapes…a smile never leaving his face.