♣Jack is dead Call me Joker♣
Emo Clown Chaos Maker.
As The Night Lamps Turn On And The Tickle Of Blade Licks Your Neck You Know You Are Doomed... Bow Down Before The Almighty Clown Prince Of Crime
I had a vision of a world without Batman The mob hands me down to one prision, to the next and it got so boring I have a change of Heart I don't want my goons spoiling all the fun but why should I sit on the fence? Lets Make this more interesting, if Naomi isn't in my arms by Noon tomorow I will blow up a hospital.
As I lick my wounds and stich my heart back to shape my mind has wondered, to those days when a mob was a mob and a bat