Joker

I should call the Clown Prince Of Crime, I froze and turned to see him looking down at me his piercing emerald green eyes like toxic chemicals and his hair a missy green that drew attention to his milky white face paint and his scars his famous Glasgow grin.

Before I could scurry away he kicked me I went flying and hit the service desk.
"Do you like that doll face" he said licking his lips and emphasizing the 't' before I could reply he kicked me in the gut taking away my breath.
All I could do is cough, I sick metallic taste filled my mouth and I could only make my self smaller into a fetus position