The Joker sailed through the air, spreading out his makeshift cloak in an oddly familiar way, screaming and giggling "I'M THE GODDAM JOKER!!!"  For all to hear.  As the moon emerged from behind a cloud, the joker broke his fall on the circus tent, sending the hive of pidgeons that had nested there flying for their lives... directly into the path of the J man's first search parties.<br/><br/>The Joker tore the straight jackets from his back, and along with it his shirt, exposing his pasty white skin to the glare of the spotlight.  "Did you ever run from an angel in the pale moonlight?"  He cajoled to no one in particular, his presence somehow impelling the hundreds of urban birds to fly in the opposite direction he was going as fast as possible.<br/><br/>They were the smart ones, but then again, the Joker had always appreciated a bit of idiot comedy.