“Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moonlight?”
I ask that of all my prey. But if I can be serious for a moment… well, then I wouldn’t be here, would I? Let’s get it straight, I’m not really a bad guy. I’m misunderstood. It’s all bad press- The Bat has made sure of that. I’m actually a victim! Yes, Batty has done a number on me, and you! Poor us.
So I enjoy a game, or robbery, or murder, or… I’m only human! And if you’re honest, really honest, you’ll admit it, you kinda get a kick out of it too. You only have to look at the TV and movies to see that. And that’s the whole idea; society dictates this prudery, this propriety that goes against their own nature. And that’s all I want, to be as natural as possible; why you can tell just by looking at me!
It’s funny (but then, what isn’t?), Batboy won’t even admit he needs me. Because he does, ya know. What would he be without me? Some mask-wearing freak running around in a cape. Exactly. I’m the yang to his yin, the jelly to his peanutbutter, the knife to his wound. We play this game, take turns winning and losing; it’s not chess so much as tag.
One should never underestimate though. I may be laughing, but I’m just as likely to be slitting your throat as I do… after all, you have to learn to take a joke.