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tntandgasolineIt wasn't like the Joker to return to the scene of one of his videos - at least, not so soon after making it. Tonight, though, was a special occasion. The Batman, as far as the Joker was concerned, had gotten the message just as he was supposed to, and if he knew the fly-by-night vigilante (and he did), the man would be arriving at the scene of the crime very shortly to look for clues.
He'd almost stayed in the George Washington getup that he had worn for the video, but he'd had to go to the hideout to pick up some last minute supplies and that wig had been itchy, so he traded the costume back in for his normal clothing.
Now, he was just waiting on the rooftop, looking over the dying flames of the explosion he'd caused, smoke still floating in the air from the fireworks. He'd used too much gunpowder - all right, he'd have to fix that.
Waiting was always so boring.
He'd almost stayed in the George Washington getup that he had worn for the video, but he'd had to go to the hideout to pick up some last minute supplies and that wig had been itchy, so he traded the costume back in for his normal clothing.
Now, he was just waiting on the rooftop, looking over the dying flames of the explosion he'd caused, smoke still floating in the air from the fireworks. He'd used too much gunpowder - all right, he'd have to fix that.
Waiting was always so boring.
