Chapter 4
All through the night and most of the day, the police scoured the city
looking for possibilities for the Joker's next crime. Batman, however,
was nowhere to be found. They found nothing. For a while they suspected
Fourth Street, but something told them he wouldn't go for a numbered street
twice.
Batman, on the other hand, knew exactly where to go. He told no one else,
though. He wanted to face of with Joker on his own.
Night enshadowed Gotham, and Joker walked into a tiny tatoo parlor in the
slums. Few knew it, but the address was 4444 Diamond Street.
"Well well well," Joker said softly, "Who will be my next victim?"
"No one," a deep, familiar voice came from the shadows. Out stepped the
bane of Joker's existence, the thorn in Joker's side- the one called
Batman.
"Batman," Joker grinned even more than usual. "It's about time you showed
up. I was beginning to wonder if that mask was cutting off the circulation
to your brain." He remained absolutely calm because he knew he had an
ace in the hole. Behind the hat he held in his hand was a revolver, and
his finger was on the trigger.
All through the night and most of the day, the police scoured the city
looking for possibilities for the Joker's next crime. Batman, however,
was nowhere to be found. They found nothing. For a while they suspected
Fourth Street, but something told them he wouldn't go for a numbered street
twice.
Batman, on the other hand, knew exactly where to go. He told no one else,
though. He wanted to face of with Joker on his own.
Night enshadowed Gotham, and Joker walked into a tiny tatoo parlor in the
slums. Few knew it, but the address was 4444 Diamond Street.
"Well well well," Joker said softly, "Who will be my next victim?"
"No one," a deep, familiar voice came from the shadows. Out stepped the
bane of Joker's existence, the thorn in Joker's side- the one called
Batman.
"Batman," Joker grinned even more than usual. "It's about time you showed
up. I was beginning to wonder if that mask was cutting off the circulation
to your brain." He remained absolutely calm because he knew he had an
ace in the hole. Behind the hat he held in his hand was a revolver, and
his finger was on the trigger.