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

There was little but the sound of his breathing when the men entered. It was crumbling under a ragged wheeze and his lungs sounded like charcoal briquettes made vocal by the flames of an unquenchable deity. They filled the roast pepper green of the railway apartment and they stood close to the door, mindful of some invisible line they all felt drawn there in the sawdust. 
 He faced away from them, shoulders hanging from the stark tenting of spine. Emaciated and riddled with scars, the skin below his wild-carrot hair paled in the rattling flourescent light. He looked washed in lye. 
 
 `` Did you find them?'' 
 
 A tall one stepped forward and the others stepped back, just a little bit to allow for fear and doubt. Both hung in the air like their thick breath. 
 
 `` They're saying he fled, but they're also-'' 
 The man stopped. This was all a little above his station. Crime does n't pay *enough*, he thought. 
 `` They're saying it was you.'' 
 
 The Joker rose as the tall man and everyone in the room began to feel smaller than fleas, dwarfed by horror. 
 
 He turned to them, cheeks streaked with wretched tears and blood and scars of paint and lampblack. 
 
 `` THAT'S FUNNY.''
