Kind of a sequel to You Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laughter, enjoy.
He chose his hideout randomly. Any warehouse filled with explosives would do, after his first hit he'd just leave and make base at another random warehouse.
He stood on the roof, just watching the city dwellers go and live their night lives. Greasy green hair was being tousled by the wind, and old war paint on his face was cracked and smudged. The signature purple suit had a few stains on it. Whether it was dirt or blood he couldn't say, and only a few rips and tears could be seen.
Sucking on the insides of his cheeks, a gloved hand fingered the switch blade in his pants pocket. He'd managed to steal it and use it to break out of the asylum.
He made a phone call here and there and just like that he was back in the game. Planning his next move and where his first act of chaos would take place. A school, a bank, an enterprise, he didn't know for sure, but when the opportunity arose he would take it.
He wanted the city to feel fear, just like when he changed their beloved District Attorney into an agent of chaos. He loved the fact that he would be the one to make the city fall and destroy the vigilantly that made the city safe. Oh yes, he had big plans for this criminalistic city.