Rain pours and mixes with his blood as the clown lays limply on the ground, unable to stifle a cough. It was in his usual fashion to be able to flee the crime scene to go back to causing destruction, but he hadn’t predicted to be nearly caught by the Batman on his way out.

And so when he sees another person out of the corner of his eye, he doesn’t hesitate to pull out his revolver. “Not one step closer, darling.” Although his tone is threatening, there’s no missing the edge of pain in his voice, abnormally weak compared to other instances.