*...Gotham City. Night has just fallen over the city once again. And once again the once powerful and unchallenged criminal underground operates in fear of The Batman. Well, most of it. There is one criminal that still operates unafraid of The Knight. That criminal brings us to a one story home that belongs to a family that’s doing fairly well within the city, better then most who earn honest money at least. Their father runs a small bakery that has a son who’s eightinth birthday just so happens to be today, a widower of a wife who died during childbirth, a real shame it was. A young man made into a single father with no clue as to what to do and a boy without a mother. Anyways, the sound of a dozen or so children around the birthday boy’s age can be heard enjoying the boy’s birthday which is about to reach its big finale, Bozo the Clown.
In fact, if one listens carefully they can catch the end of ‘Happy Birthday’ being sung to, from the sounds of it, Jeff. Upon the songs end Jeff blows the candles out as he wishes for a mom, this is of course followed by cheers. That is when the sound of the doorbell echoes throughout the home and announces the arrival of the clown to the father who jerks his head up. He’s a man in his late thirties whose hair is beginning to gray as he begins the downward hill of his life. He is slightly overweight no doubt due to sampling his own product before he offers it out to the masses that gather for all the fine goods he creates. He quickly pulls himself from his seat, that watched over the playing kids, and moves to the door announcing for the kids to hush and that Bozo has finally arrived. He looks into the peep hole; this is Gotham City after all, to see none other the Bozo the Clown standing at the door, large red nose and all. The father opens the door as he looks back to the kids, specifically his son. And this is where the fun begins.
With the door opened Bozo the Clown enters. Well, he more falls forward into the home onto Jeff’s father who yells out in surprise. He stumbles back as trying to grip hold of Bozo as he looks forward. Bozo isn’t exactly in the best of shape either, clown college really should have some form of boot camp, and nearly threatens Jeff’s father to topple over until he turns to the side and is able to dump Bozo off of him thusly. With nothing in front of him Bozo hits the floor with a rather loud thud, overweight remember? On his stomach Bozo’s back is exposed and reveals a knife sticking out of the small of his back. Whoever did this to Bozo didn’t mean to kill him, oh no, the knife just so happened to be stuck through the clown’s spine which in turn paralyzed him. Though perhaps it was merely a lucky hit by some amateur who can’t even really appreciate what he or she just did to Bozo the Clown who is very much still alive who is probably beginning to wish he was dead. The entrance as well as the appearance of the birthday party’s entertainment causes Jeff’s dad to gasp as well as call upon God and the children to scream. Bozo the Clown alone has had Jeff’s dad’s full attention up until this point now as he looks back to the open doorway at the prompting of…*…
AH HA HA AH! OH! Hehe!
*Enter The Joker. Dressed in that custom purple suit he is trademark to wearing as The Batman is to wearing his suit. Despite the expensive that was probably gone into at one point in time the suit is rather rough looking, it has seen many Gotham nights, and just as disheveled as the rest of perpetual smiling man. From his medium length greasy hair to the very makeup that covers his face. He’s a rather tall skinny individual who stands with his shoulders slightly hunched over the rest of his form*
