Homecoming (Henchmen)
Jack woke up just the way he'd gone down.
Laughing.
There was some confusion as to where he was at first, and then he realized he was right where he'd died. In the alley. In a dirty, disgusting, filthy, rat riddled alley. There was humor in it, and of course some sadness. Nobody had moved his body.
Neat.
Jack pulled himself upward and thought about what had just happened. He'd died. He'd really, really and truly died. The only great adventure in life, and he'd done it now. And now he was alive again.
What did this mean?
Oh. This meant chaos. That's what this meant. This meant a revived desire to do horrible things to people all over the city and a need to make sure nobody slept soundly at night. It meant a renewed need to torment Bruce Wayne and the little boys he had sex with. Along with whomever else might have been prancing around in fancy bat-related costumes.
Jack caught his appearance in a broken shard of glass. Black hair cut in a mohawk. Eyeliner. Black suit. It was nice, but he felt something was missing. Something that had always been him. Maybe, just maybe, for a while he'd go back to the purple. The makeup. The green. Just for a little bit, to remind the good citizens of this fair city what they should be afraid of.
Clowns.
And himself of course.
And everything that had anything to do with purple. And smiley faces.
His first task was to break into a store and find himself a lovely dark purple suit. Then break into another one and find himself some whiteface and other makeup. It was quite handy that there was a gentleman's clothing store right next to a costume shop.
His next task was to get home and find those lovely butterfly shaped henchmen he'd acquired himself before his death.
Jack burst in through the front doors of the asylum with a big smile on his face.