Scalpels and Switchblades
I hit him again and again and again.
His body fell still and there was silence in the alleyway. I panicked and tried feeling for a pulse.
“Nothing, oh my God. I’ve killed him.”
“That you did.” Called a strange voice from the entrance of the alley.
I couldn’t make out who it was, the person was engulfed by shadow, masking all his features. He was hunched over and walked slowly to where myself and the body of Tony Zucco were. As he came closer I could see his features. My heartbeat started beating even faster.
Red Lipstick, White Face Paint, Blacked Out Eyes.
“Oh dear, oh dear what are we going to do?” questioned the Joker.
Hopefully it's not going to be another one of "those" Joker stories, so give it a chance?
His body fell still and there was silence in the alleyway. I panicked and tried feeling for a pulse.
“Nothing, oh my God. I’ve killed him.”
“That you did.” Called a strange voice from the entrance of the alley.
I couldn’t make out who it was, the person was engulfed by shadow, masking all his features. He was hunched over and walked slowly to where myself and the body of Tony Zucco were. As he came closer I could see his features. My heartbeat started beating even faster.
Red Lipstick, White Face Paint, Blacked Out Eyes.
“Oh dear, oh dear what are we going to do?” questioned the Joker.
Hopefully it's not going to be another one of "those" Joker stories, so give it a chance?