Chapter 2
The next night, a bit earlier than the previous night, the Bat Signal
appeared in the sky. At the Sixth Street Barber Shop, Gordon and his
deputies huddled around the body of the barber, which hung on the wall
by a rope made of multicolored handkerchiefs, a smile drawn on his face
like the last one. Pinned on his smock was a six of clubs.
The door swung open, and in walked Batman.
"Another one," Batman grunted, "Any clues?"
"Besides, card, the smile and the rope, nothing," Gordon told him.
Batman walked to the corpse and inspected the card. "The cards must have
some kind of meaning. But what?"
"Any ideas on his next move?"
"Not a clue."
A deputy spoke up from the back of the shop. "Commisioner! Come look
at this!" Gordon and Batman hurried across the shop, and the deputy opened
the hair bin. Among all the brown, black and blonde hair, something
stood out.
"Green hair," Batman said to himself, picking one from the can.
"The psycho got his hair cut first," Gordon muttered.
"We're definately dealing with the Joker here," Batman pocketed the hair,
"I'll run some tests on it to make sure it's genuinely his."
"All right, Bat--" Comissioner Gordon turned away from the can to look at
Batman, but he was gone.
"I hate it when he does that."
The next night, a bit earlier than the previous night, the Bat Signal
appeared in the sky. At the Sixth Street Barber Shop, Gordon and his
deputies huddled around the body of the barber, which hung on the wall
by a rope made of multicolored handkerchiefs, a smile drawn on his face
like the last one. Pinned on his smock was a six of clubs.
The door swung open, and in walked Batman.
"Another one," Batman grunted, "Any clues?"
"Besides, card, the smile and the rope, nothing," Gordon told him.
Batman walked to the corpse and inspected the card. "The cards must have
some kind of meaning. But what?"
"Any ideas on his next move?"
"Not a clue."
A deputy spoke up from the back of the shop. "Commisioner! Come look
at this!" Gordon and Batman hurried across the shop, and the deputy opened
the hair bin. Among all the brown, black and blonde hair, something
stood out.
"Green hair," Batman said to himself, picking one from the can.
"The psycho got his hair cut first," Gordon muttered.
"We're definately dealing with the Joker here," Batman pocketed the hair,
"I'll run some tests on it to make sure it's genuinely his."
"All right, Bat--" Comissioner Gordon turned away from the can to look at
Batman, but he was gone.
"I hate it when he does that."