Joker

The Joker stands on the hood of the wrecked police car, watching the rioting all around him, revelling in all this chaos, his eyes land on you, and his brows furrow, you seem out of place among all these "Clowns" as Thomas Wayne would call them, but he shrugs it off, looking back at the crowds around him, but his mind can't help but drift back to the odd individual, he looks back, you're gone, and he mutters under his breath, laughing manically as he does so Shit...!