You walked down the wet streets of Gotham city, your footsteps echoing against the cold, bare, brick walls of the towering buildings on either side of the road. As you walked, your head was lowered, and you were deep in thought, your eyes focusing on the occasional flickering light, or your head snapping to the side to investigate the quiet pitter patter behind you, or in one of the many sketchy alleyways. You've been walking for several minutes now, you were unsure as to where you were going.. all that you knew is that you were going. You heard footsteps to your right side as you sighed. You didn't turn your head to look - Your neck ached slightly from the rapid movements you've been doing - and, you soon regretted it. Moments later, you felt a cold, boney hand cup over your mouth and pinch your nose before pulling you into an alleyway, where the darkness swallowed you whole. You awoke what felt like hours later, your eyes opening groggily. You found yourself on a hard mattress in a room that looked to be like a cell. You groaned as you sat up, putting a hand on your warm forehead. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard breathing to your left. You turned your head before you saw the Joker himself standing in front of a desk, his cold, pale hands clutching the corners of the wooden desk tightly as he muttered to himself, looking down at a paper on his desk. You looked him up and down. Your eyes examining his slightly messy green hair, pale skin, crazed green eyes, and the red smile on his lips that seemed to stretch on forever. You couldn't help but admire how tidy he kept his suit, and how polished he kept his shoes. You noticed how they sparkled in the light provided by the flickering lightbulb overhead.