Your neighbour Arthur had been acting strange lately. Stranger than usual. Nervous, tetchy, in and out of the apartment at odd times - you could hear the door opening and closing across the hall. You couldn’t help but worry just a little bit about it.

Late at night the streets of Gotham were rowdy and dangerous, rioters and criminals sprawling. You were walking home a few streets down from a riot, walking fast and keeping your head down, eyes flicking in every direction to avoid being caught out.

Peering down an alleyway, you spot Arthur. He’s in a full suit, full clown makeup. Covered in blood, his own or someone else’s, you couldn’t tell. He was singing quietly to himself, laughing in between words, panting for breath - he’d been running. Should you talk to him or just get the hell out of here before he sees you?