@araneorum ( shelly gravano )
gotham was bleak , but not in the city's usual way . there was something [ … ] missing . something was always missing , if he really thought about it . he scans the sky in some effort to find the bat's signal . he didn't need that buzzkill sniffing around , especially not when the city needed some [ … ] help . there's a sheer variety of toys that he always carried with him , but the joker wanted it to have a special little zing .
like [ … ] maybe laughing gas bombs .
yeah !
or [ … ] just bombs .
BANG ! !
okay . so . maybe he shouldn't have thrown the bomb while he was on the roof . he scrambles off , taking the fire escape steps two or three at a time . he appreciated the idea of living , even if he could just eke out one or two more days at a time . there's a momentary pause in his descent as he grabs his duffel bag , one that had surely seen better days . he's not going to just detonate the whole bag . shit , he's not even going to detonate half the bag . the joker just needs to be [ … ] specific , perhaps intentional . for someone who's never really been intentional , however , it was a change of pace .
“ well [ … ] shit . " red && blue lights flash down the street , sirens wailing as the joker starts moving down the alley . a fast paced walk soon turns into a run , duffel bag fully thrown over his shoulder as he digs in for two different bombs . he tosses the first one , capable of a long - lasting cloud of potent laughing gas , down the alley behind him . the second one , a typical bomb , was sent down another street as he ran in the opposite direction .
he didn't know where he was going .
he simply needed to GO .
the joker ducks into another alley , deftly pushing aside the assortment of bombs that he had in his duffel bag until he found a slightly ratty pair of shoes . they weren't his normal clown - styled shoes , but they were much better for quick getaways . he swaps them out , tossing his clown shoes into a dumpster before lighting an alcohol - soaked rag and tossing it into the dumpster as well . he watched for a moment as the trash in the overly full dumpster ignited , the scent almost making him sick . the maniacal clown lingers for a moment before he dashes out the other end of the alley , circling back to his makeshift base of operations in bludhaven . still , the sensation of being followed creeps up && the joker looks over his shoulder . there's a furrow in his brow , then a raise of an eyebrow before he digs into his bag one final time . instead of a bomb , he pulls out a long - barreled revolver .
“ we're gonna play a game of dodge the bullet if you don't fucking show yourself . ”
