It was shaping up to be just another Tuesday, the moon was shining, car horns were singing, and the smell of pollution was fresh and pleasant. Pleasantly boring. He twirled the keys to his housing around a gloved finger, letting the gentle jingles serve as distraction enough to keep a smile on his face. But it wasn’t long until the distraction wasn’t needed. The Joker would recognize that getup anywhere.
“Well, lookie here!” His shrill voice cut through the droll of the city like a dagger, and anyone who was anyone turned to look. This was no Batman, but if Junior was here, well... anything was possible. “If it isn’t Gotham’s cutest little bird, flown a little too far from the nest.” Joker approached carefree, tucking his keys away in a pocket so that he could open his arms wide - as though he were looking for a hug. “Be honest, you missed Uncle Joker, didn’t you?”