Oh, forget it. (Narrative)
Nobody was around anymore. Lex had vanished. House had vanished. Jack had almost gone to the police to file reports on them like the newspaper said to do, but decided that it would be a really not good idea for him to waltz into the police station just willy nilly like that.
He was, after all, a wanted man.
But this stupid statue of the stupid Boy in Blue was completely worthless to him without the doctor there. And without Lex there, he didn't know what to do with it. He'd drawn a mustache on it after a week, then a goatee. Then he'd put a bowler on it. And then fashioned a cape out of a shower curtain.
All of this, though, got dull. Got boring. There was no fun in not having anybody to laugh at things with. His asylum was empty. He had no cohorts. He had no accomplices. He didn't even have any inmates. They were all dead. His henchmen were getting bored with life and spent more time off doing their own thing, like getting drunk. His supply of mouthwash and cigars was running painfully low.
With no heroes in the City, it had gotten really really boring.
Everything was boring.
That's what led Jack to finding a moving dollie and maneuvering the statue onto it. It's what had him strolling down the street, whistling to himself. It's what caused him to dump the stupid statue - decorations and all - onto the steps of some shop in the middle of town.
Now it was somebody else's problem.
Shame he hadn't been able to get a sample of that blood though. Maybe he'd find another way to do it. He had plans that he wanted to see through. He knew, of course, that letting somebody find this thing and take off with it wasn't the best way to go about those plans, but he was so very lonely.
Jack dragged the dollie behind him as he strolled back to the asylum. Maybe this would kick up some excitement in this stupid city.