Joker [[2014]]

†Chapter Four†: Bones

Town during the day was somewhat peaceful, or at least it pretended to be. The people went on about there day seeming like all was well. Now if only it could stay like this at night. Strange eyed man was planning to fix that of course. 

He walked around the streets and alleys in search for any unseen crime. To be honest he wasn't really focusing on the small crimes. Easily he could take care of that. What he was really looking for, was the killer's location. Of course the villain had multiple locations, and it would be almost impossible to figure out which one he'd use certain nights, but the new hero was only looking for one.  

Just then a scream was heard, followed by loud foot-steps heading the hero's way from behind. Sighing, he turned around just in time for the criminal to run right into him. What looked like to be a male, no older than being in his early twenties, fell straight to the ground. In his hand was a brown little hand-bag owned by the person who screamed.

"Aye! Watch it ya flippin' bolder!" yelled the guy, rubbing the back of his head. 

The hero raised an eyebrow at the youngster and shook his head. Then grabbing him by his shirt's collar, said hero slammed the criminal into the nearest brick wall, holding him high enough that his worn out shoes were dangling. 

"Now the polite way would be so say "Exuse me" the hero calmly stated, "Also I really don't have time for silly little boy games, so you are to give that bag back to whoever it belongs to, now" 

Being so foolish, the young man sniffed his nose and spit right onto the hero's face. 

"I see you made your choice.."  

The hero wiped away the spit, keeping a calm look on his face to which the small male smirked, thinking he had won. But just as he was escaping from the grip, his back was pushed back against the wall with a force so strong it made cracks on the bricks, and the wind to be knocked out of his lungs. 

The thief struggled to gain his breath back, and once he did the cops managed to show up. They looked almost surprised at the new hero. 

"You got lucky kid, the police showed up" the hero gave a small grin. 

He then dropped the thief and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, tossing him to the policemen's feet and the hand-bag as well. Casually, the strange eyed man walked away. And as he was walking he spotted a hooded figured walk into the shadows.  

Narrowing his eyes, he followed, stuffing his fists into his pockets. 

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The song Pop Goes The Weasel was heard being whistled through out town. No screaming this time, for the victim was knocked out cold. His head was bleeding terribly from the massive blow he took just moments before. It was quite easy to catch this one. The poor soul wasn't from this town, as it said from his cards in his wallet, and being so ignorant and helpless, walking around so late at night, well Ozwald couldn't resist. 

Carelessly the villain dragged the limp body back to his usual spot. An abandon apartment complex. Underground in the cellar was where the playroom was.

Ozwald continued to whistle, care-free, as he strapped the victim to a chair.  He skipped over to the furnace, opening the small door, and throwing the victim's wallet in there, piece by piece. 

A groan was heard announcing that play time has begun. Ozwald looked to the side. In the corner of his eye, he could make out that his victim was slowly realizing where he was. The man began to panic, struggling to break free. 

"W-What...Where am I?!" he shouted, voice cracking in fear. 

Ozwald kept quiet, listening to the clock sing it's midnight tune. He grinned, making the smile underneath the mask drip. Pulling out his cards, he walked over to the person strapped in the chair.