.•°Ψ°•.| Joker You were making your way through the streets of Gotham, the air crisp and the moon hanging full and bright overhead. It was dark, and with your phone having died, you couldn't even distract yourself with music. The worst part was that there was hardly anyone else out at this hour - you'd pass maybe one person every five minutes or so. You really wished you had driven to work that morning instead of deciding to walk. Now here you were, freezing your ass off.

As you passed by an alleyway, you heard a strange sound coming from within. You should have just kept walking, ignored it and gotten home as quickly as possible. But no, your curiosity got the better of you, and you had to go take a look. And there he was - the Joker, that nutjob in the green-brown hair and purple getup, standing over another man and threatening him with a knife. Luckily, he hadn't noticed you yet.

But then, as you stepped on a piece of broken glass, the sound made the Joker whip his head around in your direction. Shit, you thought, bracing yourself for whatever was about to go down.