Clowns, why does it ALWAYS have to be clowns? A group of psychopathic, killer clowns- murdering rapists, abusers, murderers- the worst of the worst. And that would be wonderful- if they weren't scaring the shit out of people for fun and brutally mutilating the bodies of people they kill.. Jesus Christ… “I'm too tired for this crap..” my tone strains as I speak, I do NOT want to deal with more clowns right now..

‘The Insane Clown Posse’ strange name for a group- well- not really. They're a posse, they're clowns, and they're insane.

I sigh deeply as I get into my Batman costume, and Dick hops in the Batmobile with me as I head to the last known location of the clowns.. Myrtle Jenkins house, a convicted woman abuser.. he nearly killed his wife with the last case- but he got away with it. As we rush inside, I quickly stop Dick as I see a clown in cargo pants and a really baggy T-shirt, sitting on a couch above us with headphones on.. and of course, they're covered in blood.

“Um.. excuse me?” I speak in a cautious tone as I keep a protective arm in front of my son, Dick..