[style=padding: 0px 10px;]New York, New York, what a pretty pretty city. Sure it was a large metropolitan area full of crime and villains alike, especially in that other world that he had brought home with him. But it still didn't have that gritty darkness that his beloved Gotham had. Not yet at least. The bright lights of the city were indeed pretty, but Joker always took more comfort in the inky shadows of Gotham then the glitzy lights of a city, because even in Gotham the lights always seemed to dull, or so he liked to fancy the thought. But since he had the chance, the clown was planning to make New York just as dark as Gotham.

Aggressive expansion, he loved it. The clown had made his name in Gotham, oh he had done it so well that just the mention would send an uncomfortable shiver down a person's spine, would make someone look over their shoulder and prey the bogeyman didn't come their way. Because oh he was the bogeyman, let no one mistake him for anything different, and he wanted to bring his brand of fun to the Big Apple, turn some of those lights out, take something so pretty and make it as dark and disturbed as himself and the place he came from.

The clown was skipping as he went, humming a little tune that just seemed to pop into his head at the most random of moments, shaking a can of RAID as he went because he had heard the city had a bug problem lately, on top of everything else. Spiders, ew. Even he didn't like spiders, too many legs, too many eyes, too hairy. Joker liked to catch spiders and pull their legs off one by one because he disliked the creatures themselves so much. Nasty nasty things. But he was prepared if he ran into the giant neighborhood spider, though he was much more interested in the pretty redhead he had spotted a few blocks back and had been following ever since.

She was that supermodel pretty, the kind that was extra fun to ruin, oh the way they broke when you messed up those pretty faces. Slipping the can of bug spray back into his pocket he instead pulled out a small knife, juggling it between his hands as he turned down another alley, sped up and appeared at the end of hers, "Wellll hello there beautiful," Joker skipped towards her, twirling the knife in his fingers, "What's ahhh pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" He leaned against the brick side of a building, "Don't you know that ahhh, there's some bad bad baaaaad men that come out at night?" Joker tsked, mock worry painting his features just as haphazardly as the clown make up on his face.

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Tag: MJ!
Words: 477
Music: Twisted Transistor - Korn
Notes: 8D!