The Joker's Back

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And still, as always, bad to the bone. The funny bone, at the least.

He was strutting confidently through the streets, looking around and chuckling as he went.

"Yes yes, Batboy's stench long gone. Somebody else's mark still fresh..." he commented aloud, noticing a few goons keeping a very low profile.

Deciding he was bored he walked over to a large jewelery store and pulled out a small box-like and brightly painted object.

"Time to test the Box 'o Giggles," he chuckled, pressing a button. All of the glass, both windows and display cases inside the store shattered completely. The thugs jerked, and the Joker turned to them, throwing up his hands.

"Steal away, my good fellows. The Crown Prince of Crime is back, and sharing his spoils with loyal little minions, eh?" he said. The thugs hesitated a moment longer, then ran forward, jumping through the shattered windows and grabbing what they came to. Joker soon joined them, whacking one upside the head when he went for the major diamond display case.

"Leave the bigger goodies alone, you'll break them," he snapped. The thug started, then turned shrugged and went to the pearls as the Joker turned to his spoils, grinning as he plunged his hand into the diamonds, raising his fist and staring at the goodies in pure glee.

"My my, it's good to be home."