He hadn't blinked in what was probably ages, simply stood stock still and took in the sight before him. The only movement that had nothing to do with the cold night wind that blew was when he narrowed those distinctively dead eyes of his at the city, nostrils flaring for a fraction of a moment before he was completely still again. The Joker still hadn't come upon his idea and it was beginning to annoy him to no end, it was like a block in his mind, something that shouldn't happen, something he couldn't seem to fix.

And it bothered him greatly, in fact he knew he wouldn't be sleeping tonight, or any other time until he could get his mind into something. There was a comfort in chaos for him, an even greater one if he was the cause, what gave it that extra push into existence. Now though there felt a certain lacking to him and he didn't like it, this was causing him an even greater restlessness, each night he slipped into the shadows of the city and watched the people move about. Studying them. Hunting them. While the Batman was their 'watchful guardian' he was the exact opposite.

It was almost beautiful the way they balanced it out, without Batman, where would he be? What would he be? The corners of his lips pulled back, making it look like he was smiling at something thanks to the scars but in fact he was baring his yellowed teeth in a sort of grimace. The clown needed to shake the city out of the stupor it had fallen into, needed to coax the Batman back out of whatever little cave he had decided to play hide away in.

His hand twitched at the thought, having another dance with the Batman, having the chance to get right down into that man's skin, oh it was a lovely thought. To be the one that finally pushes the Batman over the edge of insanity, it was enough to bring a chilling sort of smile to the clowns face. But first he needed to get the Batman out, needed to bring the city to its knees, and then the almost chaotic train of thoughts where interrupted by the softest of sounds and the ace of knaves frowned slightly. Apparently he was no longer alone on the bridge, but who could it be intruding on him if it wasn't the Batman?

A slight tilt of his head yielded an answer and a particularly evil sort of smile found home on his painted face. A woman, well a plaything to be exact, maybe if he played with this little toy that had found its way to him, it'd be just the spur he needed for that idea the Joker was looking for. Perfect. The purple coat tails billowed behind him as he turned quickly to fully face the woman, the upper half of his body tilting forward as if leaning towards her to tell a secret while a gloved hand slipped into a pocket to let his fingers wrap around the handle of a blade, "Wellwellwell," A lick of his lips, "Now what have we here I wonder?" The smile on his face widened and he took a measured step towards the woman.