I wasn't exactly always smiling. It was more like a leer. The smile never reached my eyes anymore. Sometimes they were so brown, they looked black. Sometimes, when I gave them my crazy side, they were a sort of dark glass, almost a greenish, but different. Why am I describing how I look to you? Because its all chaos. And that's what I am, an agent of chaos. I don't know how. I don't even know why. All I know is is all just a joke. Does this look like a face that would lie? The joke is my middle name. That was supposed to be funny, sort of. Why aren't you smiling? I'm in the middle of dressing up. I don't know why you crazy people are so obsessed with me. I don't get Bat-man worse. This guy, dresses up like a bat, and tries to strong-arm the status quo. Status quo is my enemy, and therefore Bat-man is my enemy. The guy's got some kind of hero delusions. Other than that, we ain't all that different. Naht really. He completes me, he's the side I'll never be. He wears a mask, I don't need one. It's all in the scars, as you can see. I don't really know who all of your are. Maybe I'm the one who's crazy, you've probably judged that already. Or maybe I just want you to think I'm crazy. That's how I got out of Arkham in the first place. I know the sane answers all to well. And my eyes betray no expression, haven't done so in years. I'd be lying if I said I didn't plan. Maybe I don't scheme though. Scheming usually ends up somebody getting screwed. Anarchy, everyone gets screwed. Of course, you wouldn't see the funny side, would you? The whole thing with people is that they need. They need a hero, they need something. But nobody ever gets it. You can't get everything you want. You just take it. That's the whole glory of anarchy. Nobody wins. Everybody dies one time or another, might as well help them along.
Carmine Falcone, for instance, thought he owned the city. True, it was bought and paid for, but what good is that? As he snapped under the fear toxin, the money-hungry, power-starved mobsters were vying for power. The prince of chaos stepped in. Me. One thing you should know is I really do know what power is. Anarchy is power. No, I'm not as crazy as everyone thinks I am. You don't like anarchy? Anarchy means I have the right to shoot you, and you can go 'head and riddle me with bullets. HAha. Riddle me and I might think its funny.
You should guess that I love anomalies. I'm one.