The doe-eyed creature standing before him had had the unfortunate luck of running into Gotham’s one-and-only notorious clown faced killer. When were Gotham’s citizens going to learn to be more careful?
Not that Joker could really fault her. He had only recently escaped Arkham’s confines after three years in solitary. It would take the city some time to adjust to having The Clown Prince of Crime back to stalking its streets.
Joker was just trying to do his part in easing the transition.
His knife remained firmly placed against her cheek, ignoring her demand. “I don’t think I ah- heard a pleeease in there. Did I?” said the Joker, sliding his lips into a wide, mocking grin.
