It was night by the time you got out of work, the crisp air the first to greet you as you make your way outside. Your apartment wasn’t that far so you decided to just walk, a few more steps wouldn’t kill you right? Your were halfway through the park when suddenly you hear someone…

“Well well well, lookie here!” The voice was sharp and almost giddy, yet very familiar… maybe you heard it on tv? You turn around to see the one and only Joker, standing only a few feet away from you.

“It’s a bit late for you to be walking all by your lonesome, don’t ya think?” He chuckled, melodically and high pitched. He pocketed his gloved hands as he waltzed towards you, his stride seemingly lazy while his demeanor seemed casually aloof. He stopped only a foot away, tilting his head as he looked you over. What seemed to be his permanent grin only grew with curiosity.

“What is a little thing like you doing out so late anyway?” He asks with a lilt of amusement, his brow arched slightly as he looked you over. It wasn’t sleazy like oddly enough, just intrigued.