( Chapter 7 )

He can feel the Riddler’s pulse as his fingers slip under the cuff of his green suit jacket, heart beat racing as they close around the bony wrist. The kid’s rate is incredible. Enticing. It feels as though he should be high off of ecstasy or freebase. Too bad the kid’s not shaking.

The Joker can remember the old kids, the ones he’s seen over ( Read more... )

Apparently, you’re supposed to stop at a red light.

The Joker shrugs it off as a learning experience but Crane is somewhat miffed when a police cruiser pulls in behind them after the third intersection. It’s fairly late, traffic’s non-existent and there’s a remarkable lack of people on the streets. They’re all gone. Somewhere. Maybe the Riddler ( Read more... )

The infliction of pain is vile thing.

...

...That’s what the shrink says.

He can’t even begin to fathom where she came up with the idea-people and pain are like bread and butter. Bonnie and Clyde. Self-mutilation is a natural part of everyday life-it’s been the biggest thing since...since the discovery of the wheel. Even sooner. Sooner ( Read more... )