Huge white eyes and a red painted smile where practically slapped on the theatre like a poor slapstick comedy. It was tacky, but vaguely frightening; then, the rain fell causing the graffiti to run and droop. An exaggerated curled lip from the villain's large month expressed his disappointment. "Batsy, looks like you won't get a welcome banner." He wheezed, cackling a hoarse laughter. Unfortunately, like Seattle, Gotham's weather was finicky. The city was a bipolar psychopath when it came to a clear day
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Jackie was sick of waiting and the sudden rain pissed him off. But at least the clouds brought the darkness. The shadow he cast seemed to have a hundred pairs of eyes hidden deep inside it and a million teeth, each mouth releasing chittering giggles and snickers and swears.
Or maybe it was a car driving over a puddle.
He watched the painted face on the theatre ooze and melt and drain into the sewers. It was that damn...creature. The one from the movie theatre. What could he possibly want with Jackie's casino.
A man squealed and Jackie focused on the sound. The roof.
This had trap written all over it. And still Jackie climbed fire escapes, stairs, ladders, until he crested the roof and stood many yards from Hysteria.
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Or maybe it was a car driving over a puddle.
He watched the painted face on the theatre ooze and melt and drain into the sewers. It was that damn...creature. The one from the movie theatre. What could he possibly want with Jackie's casino.
A man squealed and Jackie focused on the sound. The roof.
This had trap written all over it. And still Jackie climbed fire escapes, stairs, ladders, until he crested the roof and stood many yards from Hysteria.
"You're bad at this fashionably late thing."
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