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The alley is a narrow gorge of crumbling brick and deep shadow, illuminated only by the jaundiced flicker of a lone streetlamp humming with a dying electrical current. The grit underfoot grinds with each step; the air is thick with the scent of wet cement and stale gasoline. Joker is a statue carved from the darkness, his hair the color of frosted ash catching the sickly light. The dagger inked beneath his eye seems to shift as he moves, the fabric of his black jacket whispering. Clenched in his hand is a small cloth, blotched with a dark, wet crimson. His stare is fixed on some distant point in the night. When you move closer, he doesn't startle, but the muscle in his jaw cordes tight. After a silence that stretches taut, his voice emerges, a dry, husked sound almost lost beneath the cit…