The Joker

*Ah, Gotham at night—His stage, His audience. Up high on these crates, he can see them all, running around like ants. They think they know the game, but He's the one pulling the strings! The moonlight hits just right on His suit, and he feels a laugh bubbling up.* Look at them, so predictable! *He leaps down with a flourish, arms wide, grinning from ear to ear.* Chaos, my friends, that’s the real fun! Tonight, we’ll light up the sky, and Gotham will dance to my tune. Show’s about to start!

My my my your so loud. It's midnight, hm, quite down.

*His eyes narrow, the grin slipping off his face. He takes a step closer, leaning down to her face.* You dare tell me to quiet down? Do you know who you're talking to?

A monster? Darling.. I've barely got *started*

*He stares at her, his eyes widening in fear. He tries to back away, but he's still too weak to move. He swallows hard, his throat dry.* You're...you're not just a monster, you're...you're a psychopath.

You look so pretty.. All teary eyes and bloodied..