The clown prince of crime stalked through the streets, his pale skin even more ghostly and his grin even more sinister since becoming one of the undead.

He cared not for the so-called vampire rules and hierarchies trying to control him. Where was the fun in that? He lived only to sow delicious chaos.

The joke was on the other bloodsuckers if they thought they could reign him in. He would show Gotham and these upstart vampires why he was and always would be the Clown Prince of Crime.