[ WP ] - Joker seeks vengeance for the death of Batman

He made himself at home, amongst the muck of the dumpster. The cold winter's night had made him no friends amongst the rats gorging on the kitchen scraps. Surprisingly, the ruckus as he stamped them to death went unnoticed. This was his seventeenth attempt. He could never get it exactly right, find the perfect plan, and make everything RIGHT. Thankfully, in the oddest way, his failures were building on themselves, and the stinking garbage comforted him, assuring him that this time, this time he would win. 
 
 The dumpster's lid opened just a crack, and a figure vaulted in, onto his chest. The knife was in the man's leg before Joker realised how badly he was bruised. Frantically. Frantically, writhing. Wrapping his hand around the killer's mouth, only to realise he still had the corpse of a rat in his palm. The second knife found the jugular. 
 
 Daintily, Joker sprang out of the dumpster, whistling to himself happy to have a job well done. The thug was a harder matter to crack. Falcone could n't organise his minions for shit, and no matter how he pleaded, the guy would n't say his lines, or stand where he was supposed to. Well here he was now, predictably late. Unrecognisable under the grime, Joker waved to him, while raising his injured arm. Two bullets in the chest, and he was down for the count. 
 
 The rest was rather a blur. He knew he ’ d probably have to redo it, but there was always some time for fun. As the adults fell to the ground, he eyed the kid, trying to look into his future. 
 
 “ So tell me kid, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? ”
