he's here. a burly thug at the periphery is suddenly sucked into the darkness. in his place a shadow straightens, revealing pointed bat-ears against the glittering skyline.
somebody here for you. gambol looks to the back- three rough customers are waiting.
they say they've killed the joker. they've come for the reward.
they say they've brought the body. the bodyguards flop a body wrapped in garbage bags onto the table. the bounty hunters wait in the corner. gambol pulls back one of the garbage bags, revealing the joker's bloodied face. gambol spits. turns to face the bounty hunters.
coming.