[It's slightly impossible for the clown to be entirely discreet. He does strike a memorable figure after all. So there are leads in the criminal underworld, ones that chirp up awfully loud, very suddenly, after seeing the news of the ongoing crisis.]
[Especially as the Chicago waterfront and nearby areas evacuate.]
[Shell companies within shell companies are easier to dig through when they're all clown and gag related names. One of them has a purchase that matches the price of an escape speed boat. Another involves the rental of a pier so it's private property no one else will come near.]
[He hops up onto the pier from the boat with a spring to his step. He's not sure the bird brat is dead but even if he isn't, that trauma might even consume his entire being like it did for the zombie Robin, with his rootin tootin shootin crimelord act that drives the bat, well...utterly batty.]
[And while he won't be pleased when he finds out about the boat, an entire city will still have been terrorized. All in all, a fine day's work, and a fantastic starting honk on the nose of this new world.]
[The mooks aren't too bright, though; they don't see the bigger picture, how the whole things a win even if he loses.]
["Uh boss, how are we gonna know if the boat did its thing?"]
Because of the great big gaping hole in the waterfront of the windy city that'll be all over the news, you idiot. The press loves a good pointless tragedy! Especially when the kiddies are involved.
[There are an awful lot of children at the intended target. This is on purpose, of course. He wanted to start things with a bang.]
Always a showstopper! [He twirls in place and clasps his hands together in a mocking gesture of thinking something is precious.] Wee little babes, learning the hard lessons of the world for the very first time. Doesn't it bring a tear to your eye?
[He wipes an imaginary tear away, as if moved, and his expression drops to something far more sinister.]
For the first half second anyway. After that, they won't be able to learn anything at all.
[He laughs ones of his cackling laughs, at the joke no one else seems to get: the joke that is the empty world and the pointlessness in it.]
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[Especially as the Chicago waterfront and nearby areas evacuate.]
[Shell companies within shell companies are easier to dig through when they're all clown and gag related names. One of them has a purchase that matches the price of an escape speed boat. Another involves the rental of a pier so it's private property no one else will come near.]
[He hops up onto the pier from the boat with a spring to his step. He's not sure the bird brat is dead but even if he isn't, that trauma might even consume his entire being like it did for the zombie Robin, with his rootin tootin shootin crimelord act that drives the bat, well...utterly batty.]
[And while he won't be pleased when he finds out about the boat, an entire city will still have been terrorized. All in all, a fine day's work, and a fantastic starting honk on the nose of this new world.]
[The mooks aren't too bright, though; they don't see the bigger picture, how the whole things a win even if he loses.]
["Uh boss, how are we gonna know if the boat did its thing?"]
Because of the great big gaping hole in the waterfront of the windy city that'll be all over the news, you idiot. The press loves a good pointless tragedy! Especially when the kiddies are involved.
[There are an awful lot of children at the intended target. This is on purpose, of course. He wanted to start things with a bang.]
Always a showstopper! [He twirls in place and clasps his hands together in a mocking gesture of thinking something is precious.] Wee little babes, learning the hard lessons of the world for the very first time. Doesn't it bring a tear to your eye?
[He wipes an imaginary tear away, as if moved, and his expression drops to something far more sinister.]
For the first half second anyway. After that, they won't be able to learn anything at all.
[He laughs ones of his cackling laughs, at the joke no one else seems to get: the joke that is the empty world and the pointlessness in it.]
[His mooks look distinctly uncomfortable.]