Post by The Joker on Jun 26, 2006 23:27:40 GMT -5
He sat across the street in his purple car. With binoculars to his eyes he began to reflect on the tabloids.
A pattern? No...not a pattern to his crimes. More of an outburst at the first sign inattention. Like a child he would cry out when he wanted to be heard.
He was on page 4 of the tabloids. Page 4? Where they mad!? He, the card killer, had been overlooked by this silly trial and flying rodents. "This is my town." the card killer said through crimson lips.
The card killer? Really now...what kind of a gimmick is that? Gotham was about to witness something big. He would reveal himself and he would be on first page. The cars engine came to life as an maniacal laughter seeped through the the open windows and intoxicated the airs of Gotham.
The car sped off.
A pattern? No...not a pattern to his crimes. More of an outburst at the first sign inattention. Like a child he would cry out when he wanted to be heard.
He was on page 4 of the tabloids. Page 4? Where they mad!? He, the card killer, had been overlooked by this silly trial and flying rodents. "This is my town." the card killer said through crimson lips.
The card killer? Really now...what kind of a gimmick is that? Gotham was about to witness something big. He would reveal himself and he would be on first page. The cars engine came to life as an maniacal laughter seeped through the the open windows and intoxicated the airs of Gotham.
The car sped off.
