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

`` Tsk, tsk tsk.'' 
 
 The alleyway was veiled in an unearthly darkness. No rays of light ventured this far away from civilization. Only the most nocturnal, sinister dared visit or reside in this shadow. 
 
 `` A little birdy told me you did a very *bad* thing Mr. Putty-tat. He was n't yours, you know. ( smack, smack ) No-no-no. No, you see, ( smack, smack ) h-he was **MINE**.'' 
 
 The crisp autumn air felt faintly of an oncoming frost. Each breath released a small puff of steam that seemed to hover, almost stagnated by the atmosphere, as if afraid to disturb its surroundings. The captured man lay gagged and bound on the concrete. Every few minutes or so he would jerk his head around, attempting to gauge his location, but his gaze could n't penetrate the shroud descended upon them. 
 
 `` Are you *afraid* Mr. Putty-tat? I find that, ( smack, smack ) so verrrry intriguing. Is it because you tried to kill him? Oh, oh... You should n't have done that Mr. Putty-tat. ( smack, smack ) Let me tell you a story. See, see there was a bat. He was a big bat. No putty-tats could catch him. ( smack, smack ) One night Mr. Bat lost his way around town. Y'see, y'see. Somehow Mr. Bat could n't see in the night anymore. No, no more pretty green nights for hiiim. On his way home Mr. ( smack, smack ) Bat found himself surrounded. B-by a fox. Yes! A **fox**, had cornered the bat. Yo-you must be wonderin', why would a fox be interested in a bat?? Hahahaha. That's the really great part, ya know. ( smack, smack ). It was a putty-tat, a yellow-bellied putty-tat, disguised as a fox. And he trapped the bat, in a cage, in a cage of fake loyalty. ( smack, smack ) So why did ya do it, Mr. Lucius? He was Gotham's dark knight. AND HE WAS MINE!'' 
 
 Lucius begin writhing and jerking. The cords dug deeper into his wrists and the gag remained deeply lodged in his mouth. Tap, tap, tap. Dress shoes slapped the pavement. TAP, TAP, TAP. In a last ditch effort to escape, Lucius attempted to roll side over side away from the sound. However, mid-roll a foot slammed down hard into his abdomen. A gloved hand reached down and forced his head forward. Rancid breath washed over his face as seconds passed like hours. 
 
 `` Mr. Lucius, would you like to know how I got these scars?''
