The Joker could almost have been surprised when he saw the black-clad figure ahead of him, bent over the diamonds (which were "secretly" kept in the bank vault). But surprise is something of a weakness when you preach chaos – so…
He was freakishly strong for someone so thin. Pretty soon, the figure was writhing in his arms, trapped.
"Let…me…GO!"
"No, no, let's, ah, let's not let the cat out of the bag…"
"That's pathetic!"
"Perhaps. You wanna know how I got these scars?"
The woman continued to writhe, but froze as he flicked out a knife.
"Good girl. Now, I used have all the problems a kid could poss-ib-ly want. Picked on at school, one abusive parent, one alcoholic, neglectful parent, self-harm, drugs – anything else you could think of. And one day it all gets too much.
So I take some cable – 'cause I had nothing else – and make a noose. Putting it round my neck, I jump from a bridge.
But that cable is weak. The noose slips, and tightens round my face rather than my neck, leaving me with this, and then it breaks. I'm thrown into the river, laughing all the while."
He pressed the knife a little harder into the woman's neck.
"Let's see who's under that mask."
He slit open the fabric, leaving a scratch along the woman's face – a face he recognised.
Giggling, he gestured her away. Selina Kyle – one of Gotham's socialites, right up there with Wayne and his lot – ran from the bank, still dressed as Catwoman.
So obviously, the rich did play dressing up – which meant…
The Joker had suspected Bruce Wayne for a long time. The man had money, time, was rarely seen before three in the afternoon…
Obvious, really.
Maybe he ought to find out where Wayne was.
Pay him a visit.
Next, we have Btman vs the Joker :) Fun.