(FF was being a bitch the day I tried to upload, which was Halloween, so...yeah...*punches computer*)

Whoa. Long wait, huh? Sorry 'bout that. Uh, so here's a new chapter? And, uh, HAPPY HALLOWEEN. -TPP

Profile Me, Doc

Part 8.

The Joker stared at the sleazy thug on the ground. He was still ranting and raving, his eyes looking like they were going to pop out of his head.

Giving the Joker reasons why he couldn't (more like shouldn't) be killed. Trying to reason with him, trying to buy him off.

Seriously, hadn't anybody in this city been paying attention? The Joker was agitated he hadn't somehow managed to make it even more obvious that he didn't care about money or favors. He'd set millions of dollars on fire, for Christ's sake.

"Blah blah BLAH," Joker mumbled, licking his lips before pulling a glock from his coat pocket and cocking it against the man's head, "Uh, look, nothing personal, Andre, but I don't like pity parties."

"You're making a big mistake!" the Italian spit, fire in his eyes. The Joker liked that. The defiant ones were always the most fun to kill.

"You know what, you're right," the Joker said, licking at his scars again before raising his gun and shooting randomly at the wall. Too bad he hadn't hit anyone. He threw the gun behind him, listening to it clatter as it skid across the pavement of the warehouse. A few clown-mask cronies were with him, but they were staying out of the 'interrogation.' This man was just one of many rats the Joker had wanted to kill, only one of many who thought they could hire a hit out against the Joker and not have him think it was just a TAD bit RUDE.

So he didn't want to end it quickly. Guns were no fun anyway. No, no Joker liked to take the…road less traveled.

He smirked, patting the mafia member's cheek roughly before taking a step away, "You're right, Andy. Killing you, uh, quickly would be a BIG-GUH MISTA-KE. Besides, you haven't met my little terror yet, huh?"

The man's eyes grew wide. The Joker was pleased: Spencey's name was apparently getting around the city. Not his personal name, no, but Misfit was certainly getting the desired affect. After all, not only had he escaped a mental institution and was the right hand man of The Joker, he was a genius and had been working on perfecting his knowledge on mental torture and interrogation.

Not to mention he was getting pretty handy with knives.

It had been weeks since the Arkham escapade, and Joker had never found himself more happy. Spencey had blossomed, and now this little cockroach was about to experience the Misfit for himself.

"Misfit, darrrrrling," the Joker called into the darkness of the warehouse, "I've got a present for you."

"What about me, Mistah Jay?" Harlequin pouted from her perch on a large shipping crate. She was decked out in her ridiculous red and black outfit with white face paint and black eye mask, her head jingling from the two attached bells from her hat.

She was getting rather annoying. He tended to throw Harley the scraps because of her fascination for decimation of the human body via bats or hammers.

Misfit came forward from the shadows. He had been playing with a switchblade, decked out in his new favorite outfit.

(It's been forever for an update so I'll remind you: black pants, crimson red starch shirt, black suspenders, black and white pinstriped vest, white tie, black and white Converse sneakers. Face paint is white. Bottom lip is black along with dark around his eyes with two black 'tear tracks' down his face.)

Misfit tilted his head at Harlequin who was sitting up on that crate with her legs folded and her hands in her lap like she was a little kid, annoying Spencer further. He hated her with a passion, especially because of her clingy nature with the Joker.

But he smiled at her anyway when he said, "Do me a favor and die."

Harlequin huffed and pouted more while Joker laughed.

Andre the Soon-To-Be-Dead Gangster was looking at Spencer a little skeptically.

Big mistake.

Spencer walked closer, a crooked grin on his face as he surveyed the sorry sap that was about to die.

"Heyya," he said conversationally, hands in his pockets as he swiped a long leg out and kicked the man hard in the face.

The man fell back with a grunt. His arms had been tied a while ago so there wasn't much for him to do except cuss Spencer out.

The Joker giggled as he watched Spencer kick the man repeatedly in the side until there was a deafening crunch.

Andre howled in pain before The Misfit dropped to his haunches to cover the man's mouth with a large hand, his other hand holding a finger to his lips, "Shhh, you don't want to wake up the girls, do you?"

The Joker felt like his smile would rip his face in half. Ha ha.

The man started screaming and cussing, cussing and crying. Ooh, Spencey was good.

Joker hadn't given the gangster's family any thought. The gangster was stupid to have a family in the first place.

"Don't worry, they're alive," Spencey promised the man as he began to quiet down, "How old are your girls now? Seven and nine? Very pretty girls. You should be careful. Statistically Gotham is one of the top ten worst cities in the country to raise children in, ranking in the top 3 for abduction. There are enough rapists and child pornographers in this city to populate a small country. That's not very smart of you, Andy. Not smart at ALL."

"Please, I'm begging you, stay away from them. Just kill me!"

"Oh," Spencer said, tilting his head again as he pulled at the man's hair to get in his face, his dark eyes drilling into the gangster's, "Well aren't you just…so…NOBLE."

Spencer wrestled the edge of his blade into the corner of the man's mouth, the man stilling as the blade threatened to cut through the tender flesh of his face.

"Do you wanna know how I got this scar?" the Misfit began, looking over his shoulder and smirking cheekily at his lover. Of course he was talking about the scar on his neck that had already healed and was barely visible, but he liked to poke fun at the Joker's running joke.

"Hn," the Joker grunted, licking his top lip slowly. He'd remember that later. Spencey would definitely, DEFINITELY, be punished for THAT.

"Never mind," the Misfit sighed, a wide close-mouthed smile morphing his face before he leaned into the gangster and chuckled into his ear, "I don't remember."

Spencer removed the blade from the man's mouth and slashed it expertly through the man's jugular. He had studied to be a doctor, after all. He'd never had the chance to put his knowledge of the human anatomy to any real practice until his new life had begun.

The man gurgled, gasped, and fell into his blood, the pool growing larger and larger. Spencer hopped up, wiping the blade on his pants like he was wiping off annoying paint.

The Joker was hard, painfully hard. Whenever he saw Spencer like this, free from constraint and that irritable control that had been pounded into him since he was a child, he wanted nothing more than to turn him against the nearest wall and fuck him every which way to Sunday.

The Joker grunted, trying to will away his arousal. It had been so long since he'd fucked something that he was beginning to forget what it was even like. Sure Spencey gave him as many blowjobs as he wanted, and the Joker certainly wasn't complaining, especially when Spencer had been born with those perfect tight lips and more than accommodating throat.

But Jack was starting to get…impatient. He wanted Spencer fully, and Joker didn't recognize (or acknowledge) many emotions, especially insecurity.

But he was feeling it. He assumed that was what he was feeling. Insecurity that Spencer didn't want him like that, that he wasn't everything Spencer needed.

And that feeling was growing bigger and bigger everyday, just like how the Joker's cock would twitch and grow hard just at the thought of feeling Spencer…like that.

Possessing him completely. In a powerful, perfect way.

Yeah. That.

"We done here, boss?" one of the cronies asked from behind his clown mask. Joker assumed they were as bored as he was at this point.

"Why not? Let's call it a night, boys," Joker intoned almost darkly, still trapped in his thoughts and, for once in his life, desperate for a long, hot shower to clear his mind.

Most thought the Joker didn't care about cleanliness. There was a DIFFERENCE between caring about hygiene and appearance: the latter Joker rarely thought about outside of Spencer, and the former…well, let's just say the Joker was clean where it mattered.

Misfit and Harley followed him out to the car he had waiting for him. They piled in and were back to Joker's favorite hideout. Upon entering, Joker smirked at The Kid who was sitting at a little table eating an apple and Crane who was sipping a mug of coffee across from him, his pale blue eyes trained on the gorgeous Kid/Adam who was thoroughly oblivious as he munched.

"Crane, don't'cha got anything better ta do than eye-fuck the be-Jesus out of The Kid?" Joker said cheekily, blindly reaching into the refrigerator and retrieving a beer that he proceeded to guzzle down in two gulps.

"Not particularly, no," Crane said coolly, a small smile on his lips as he met the startled Adam's eyes.

Adam, the natural introvert that he was, looked down at the table, his shoulders hunched, as if he could escape or evaporate that way.

Spencer rubbed the boy's shoulders affectionately, warning Crane with his eyes like a fierce protective mama bear, "I'm sure Amanda will put Crane in his place if he…tries anything."

"I-I'm going to my room," Adam mumbled, getting up from the table and disappearing down the labyrinth of hallways in the once-fancy suite.

Spencer stabbed his once-bloody switch blade into the wood of the table in front of Crane's coffee mug, his eyes never leaving Crane's, "Let's lay it all out on the table, Crane: you hurt him, even THINK about hurting him, and I'll cut your balls off, toss them in hot sauce, and feed them to Harlequin."

The Joker laughed, popping a second beer while Harlequin stuck up her middle finger at Spencer before flouncing away to her own quarters. She had her own suite adjacent to the Joker's, much to Spencer's annoyance.

Crane's little smirk was playful, "What if he wants me to hurt him? What then?"

"Even if he did, Amanda would castrate you first. I know them both very well, Crane, and I won't have you fucking with Adam's head. Are we clear?"

Crane took another sip of coffee, "Crystal."

~(J/R)~

The Joker sighed, content in the heat of his shower. He liked to stand in the shower until the water ran icy. His paint had been removed, his hair was free of coloring, and he had soaped his body at least two or three times as he emptied his mind of his favorite thinking activity, Chaos.

He had been humming quietly to himself when he heard the bathroom door open and the glass shower door was slid open. The Joker didn't turn around as Spencer slide his slim body against the Joker's back, molding himself against the hard scarred muscles there.

"Hey baby," Spencer husked, his lips kissing the spot between the Joker's shoulder blades.

The Joker smirked before turning around under the spray and putting his hands on either side of his lover's neck, teasing Spencer's lips with little unsatisfying nips that had Spencer pressing himself even further into the Joker's heat.

"Careful, Spencer," The Joker growled as their stiffening cocks rubbed together, "Don't start something you can't finish."

The last thing the Joker had expected was for Spencer's mouth to form into a sexy little smirk: Spencer was quickly losing those delicious blushes the Joker liked so much these days.

As if to answer, Spencer gripped the Joker's already-dripping length, his long fingers gliding up and down the incredible length and girth. In truth, he was terrified of where he wanted the beast he was currently stroking to go, but after all these weeks of the Joker not pushing Spencer farther, he felt he was finally ready.

The Joker seemed to purr from deep in his chest as Spencer leaned up, kissing the Joker again. The Joker liked where this was going, and he knew that Spencer had finally teased him to his limit.

He wouldn't stop tonight, and Spencer knew it.

The Joker spun Spencer around until he was completely under the spray and disentangled himself from Spencer, ignoring Spencer's protests. The Joker lathered and washed him, starting with his hair and removing his face makeup, working his way down across a lean chest and slender hips, his hands grabbing greedily at the perfect ass that was finally his. Spencer's legs nearly gave out when Joker got to his knees to wash Spencer's calves, his tongue teasing across Spencer's heated erection.

"Jack…" Spencer whined, tugging at the Joker's dirty blonde locks, "Hnn…please…"

The Joker shot back up, kissing Spencer one last time before turning the shower off and retrieving a towel. He rubbed it over himself almost carelessly before attacking Spencer's hair and whipping his body dry in what felt like seconds before he was kissing the younger man into oblivion again.

Somehow, Joker managed to restrain himself until he got the former FBI agent into his bed. The chaotic animalistic side of Joker had said it didn't matter where the fuck he took the boy's anal virginity, any old surface would do.

But the other side, the side that was open and vulnerable to Spencer, knew he deserved better than that.

And Joker was gonna give it to him.

And, once he did, he had no intention of stopping for a very, very long time.

Finally in the bed with satiny plum-colored sheets, the Joker worked his lover into a whining frenzy of reddening flesh until both their cocks were so red Joker thought he might have just discovered a new color.

The Joker settled himself between Spencer's legs, sucking fervently at the length as Spencer's muscles tensed sporadically, his cries getting louder and louder.

Then, to keep the kid from going absolutely crazy, Joker nipped and bit at the soft sensitive flesh of his hip bones as he snaked a long arm over to the edge of the bed for a fresh bottle of lube neither had bothered to put away from the night before.

He poured a generous amount on his calloused fingers and didn't wait before plunging one into Spencer's tight, puckered hole.

Spencer arched his back, gasping at the sensation as Joker focused on teasing the glands of the mushroom tip of his cock before growing impatient and forcing in another finger to scissor.

Spencer was breathing hard now, his stomach muscles contracting as he fought off an impending orgasm, "Jack, Jack, I can't…"

"Mmm, it gets so, so much better, baby," Joker promised, nipping at one of Spencer's ball sacs before shoving a third finger in.

Spencer cried out louder this time, gripping at the plum sheets just for something to do.

"Nn, Jack, k-kiss me, please."

The Joker growled as he moved up over Spencer's splayed body, delving his tongue into Spencer's hot mouth, his fingers twisting teasingly, trying to find the pleasure spot when Spencer whined loudly into Joker's mouth.

The Joker almost came from the sexy noise alone, Spencer's body shaking like a newborn foal.

Spencer began to move his hips, effectively fucking himself on Joker's fingers, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Joker enjoyed the visual for as long as he could stand before the visual of his cock being fucked by Spencer became even more exciting.

Joker removed his fingers with a slimy pop, Spencer's breathy pants of protest doing little for Joker's patience as he used the slicked hand to cover his own weeping cock the best he could stand before guiding it to Spencer's winking entrance. He rubbed his bulbous cockhead there in small circles for a few seconds, enjoying the way Spencer's breath hitched and his body locked in anticipation.

And without any further ado, Joker pressed forward, hard.

Spencer screamed, tears pricking his eyes almost instantly at the incredible stretching sensation. His sphincter muscles retracted over and over again, trying to push out or accommodate the hot, heaving protrusion now inside of his body. Joker continued to press himself until he was fully sheathed, his balls slapping against Spencer's ass with a slick sound.

The Joker tensed above Spencer, his instincts screaming for him to drive into Spencer over and over again with reckless abandon.

He kissed and licked the tears away from Spencer's face, waiting for Spencer to give him a signal.

"You feel…superb," The Joker breathed against Spencer's ear, swiveling his hips to stretch Spencer further. Spencer gasped then moaned, his legs finally locking behind Joker's back as he fought to breathe properly.

"G-God…Jack…"

"I love you, Spencer."

"Hnn, me too. I love you too," Spencer said, lifting his hips slightly.

The Joker growled, fire spilling through his gut and groin at the timid sensation.

He wouldn't hold back anymore.

Joker placed his palms on the backs of Spencer's knees, lifting his legs up, his cock sinking in deeper at the sudden position change.

Good thing Spencey was so flexible. He was mewling at this point, his eyes practically rolling in the back of his head as Joker teased repeatedly against the prostate he had found in no time at all.

Call him, uh, gifted.

The Joker leaned forward and kissed Spencer sloppily again before pulling his dripping cock out until only the head rested inside, his lips pressed against Spencer's ear, "Buckle up, Buttercup."

Without any further warning, the Joker started a rigorous, slamming pace that had Spencer screaming at the tops of his lungs. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel.

The pain was quickly turning into a burning pleasure, a need. Spencer felt like he was going insane from the constant stimulation, his leaking cock getting more than enough friction from the firmness from the Joker's chest as he continued to assault Spencer's virgin hole.

"Hahnn...oh my gah - fucking shit!" Spencer gasped at a particularly hard thrust that had his head smacking against the headboard.

The headboard crashed into the wall again, making Spencer claw at the Joker's shoulderblades to the point of bleeding.

The Joker enjoyed the pain. After all, Spencer's ass had certainly gone through more pain than that. No matter what people said, anal penetration hurt like a bitch pretty much every time.

"Yeah, baby, scream for me," the Joker panted, biting into the soft flesh of Spencer's neck, "Let everybody know how much you love my cock."

Spencer moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The Joker had certainly always had a dirty mouth, but the dirty bed talk in that husky voice of Jack's is what sent Spencer over the edge, his vision going white as he cried out and came all over himself.

The Joker groaned as Spencer's tight muscles milked his cock. He couldn't hold out anymore.

"Spencerrrrr."

"It's okay," Spencer mumbled lowly, still enjoying his abrupt orgasm, "Just do it."

"Shiiiit," the Joker growled, pumping fiercely into Spencer several more times before his body seized and spilled himself. He speared himself deep one last time, making Spencer moan, his legs shaking as he felt the explosion of warmth deep inside himself.

The Joker fell on top of Spencer, kissing him almost sweetly over and over again as he rolled onto his side and fought sleep.

Spencer looked fucking delicious after an orgasm. Spencer looked delicious always, but especially now.

The Joker held up both hands in front of his face, like he was clicking a camera, "Chk-chk."

"Hm?" Spencer said groggily, his eyelids fluttering to see what his lover was up to, "What are you doing?"

"Taking a picture," Joker said cheekily, leaning in to kiss Spencer again, "For my spank bank collection."

Spencer snorted, rolling onto his side to face Joker and snuggle up against his chest, "That was...incredible."

"Fucking hot-tuh."

"We should...really...take another shower..." Spencer murmured, his head already burrowed into the crook of Joker's neck, "Jack..."

"Hm?"

"We got...the bed...all sticky."

The Joker chuckled, drawing his lover even tighter across his body, "Don't worry. I'll make Harley change the sheets."

Spencer smirked, his eyes already closed, ridiculously happy.

The Joker stayed awake for a while longer, just watching Spencer sleep. He was already hard again, but there was no way he would push Spencer farther tonight. The kid had pretty much been knocked out cold.

The Joker yawned, something nobody had ever seen him do and lived to tell about it.

Then he proceeded to fall asleep and snore, his arms wrapped crushingly around the love of all his lives.

~(J/R)~

"Adam, you stay away from that man," Amanda said.

"I-I don't know," Adam answered himself, shaking his head as he paced his bedroom. The room, as always, was devoid of any mirrors. He hated mirrors. Amanda didn't like them either, but she loved it when he drew, although she wasn't very happy about the growing pile of charcoal drawings that were of one cocky beautiful face in particular, a bird she was wary of.

Adam liked to draw birds, but he was fond of drawing humans as well. It had been a while since he had found a subject he liked to draw so much, and Jonathan Crane was somebody he liked to draw in his free time (and, he had to admit, most of the inspiration came from vivid dreams).

"He's no good for you. He's no good for anybody."

"You don't know that. Nobody knows that."

"Adam, I just want to protect you. He's a psychologist: he wants to study you, like the men back at the institution…"

"He's not anymore. He was a patient too."

"Adam…"

"I'm tired, Amanda. Please, just, no more."

"I'm serious, Adam Jackson! There's something about him I don't trust!"

"He's never hurt me!"

"…not yet."

Adam rubbed at his temples as he fell back against his charcoal drawing-covered wall, sweating slightly. He was getting better at communicating with Amanda, but it always left him feeling drained. He loved her very much, like a sister, but sometimes she was vehement in her overprotection.

Adam wanted to get stronger, not weaker. Sometimes Adam felt like Amanda didn't understand that.

His bedroom door swung open slightly, revealing the regal bird the boy with the borderline personality disorder had just been arguing about.

His eyes looked rather serious, so Adam could only assume the man had been eavesdropping. Crane came in further, his mouth falling into that teasing grin again as he saw all the drawings on Adam's wall. Half of them were of birds of all kinds, but especially blue jays and cranes. The other half were a few tried and failed attempts at Spencer Reid and a very good detailed version of the Joker's profile, but the others…the others are what made Adam turn beat red as Crane limbered in with his hands in his pockets, looking comfortable in the introvert's private space. None of them were sexual in nature, but Adam was still embarrassed to be caught with the dozen or so drawings of Crane's face and eyes.

Crane's voice was laced in amused acid, "Hmmm…Adam Jackson. AJ…A Jay. A jay bird, like a blue jay. Temperamental birds, aren't they?"

He ran his finger over one of the drawings of a small blue jay, Adam watching him warily as he continued, "Common, although they are known to have quite the temper: stealing other bird's nests and sometimes killing their young. Is that what Amanda did? Stole your nest? She hides inside you, doesn't she? Jay birds…temperamental but oh-so fascinating, able to mimic a large variety of sounds, even human speech. The name is derived from their noisy, garrulous nature, the exact OPPOSITE of what you truly are. Although your eyes are slightly blue around the edges…"

Crane didn't have a chance. He hadn't been ready, and really, neither had Adam, but Amanda had made him feel the rage, made him just as angry as she had been. She was seething inside of him, in his stomach, in his brain, everywhere. Adam slammed his weight into Crane until he was up against the wall, the breath knocked out of Crane for only a moment, more out of surprise then actual hurt.

"STOP," Adam ordered, his voice deep, commanding. Adam wasn't sure if it was a mixture of himself with Amanda or completely Amanda, but he was aware of what he was doing, so what was this? He was furious, but now fear began to crawl in his veins.

"There's the little jay bird," Crane said with a smirk, pushing back on Adam until Adam shakily removed his hands from Crane's shoulders. Adam took a step back, breathing heavily, "You're not as pathetic as you look. That's good, AJ. Very good."

"My name is Adam," he said, gritting his teeth as he slapped Crane's hand away from his face.

"Adam, Amanda, AJ, Jay…really, what am I supposed to call you? There's just so many names…"

"Leave…him…alone," Adam said, his voice changing over slowly but surely, his head raising until his own green orbs were locked on Crane's icy blue ones, "Mr. Jay is the only Jay you will ever know. You are lucky he's taking an interest in you, but oh, I can't WAIT until he's sick of you and your mouth, because I cannot WAIT to silence those pouty little lips forever."

Crane felt the first tremors of true fear as he watched Adam/Amanda take a switchblade from his pants pocket, obviously a gift from the Joker. Amanda held it up in front of him, settling it on Crane's bottom lip, drawing closer until he was pressed right up against Crane, groin to groin. Despite the fear, Crane couldn't help but feel incredible desire at the seductive and dangerous action.

Crane waited until the blade had traveled to his hairline, dancing across his temple before he dared to murmur, "There are other ways to silence somebody, sweetie."

Amanda smiled at Crane, tapping the blade against Crane's chest, just above his shirt buttons, "Do you know WHY I kill, Mr. Crane?"

Crane kept his face impassive, allowing his eyes to run over Adam/Amanda's face for any signs of aggression. There were none: for now, he was safe to listen, "Do tell."

"I have been protecting Adam for a long, long time. He may be younger than you, but he's been through more than enough to put him away in a mental institution for a long, long time, and I'm not going to let that happen to him again. The treatment center wasn't good for him. He was suffocating; I wanted him out. Then along came some men who were 'friends' of the Joker with word of Spencer Reid, the one man in Adam's life who has never tried to hurt him. Alpha males and their egotistical bullshit will NEVER have power over Adam again, EVER. And you, although I may not like you, you obviously have your own twisted way of liking Adam and I know that Adam's curious about you."

Crane raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised that the slightly younger male was curious about him. Made him hopeful, and Crane had never been one to believe in hope. He was a fatalist, after all.

"I love Adam more than anything in this world, and because I love him, I'm going to back off. At least for a little while. Consider it a test, Mr. Crane…but if I even suspect your affection is fake, I will gut you, with or without The Joker's blessing."

And with those final words, it was like flicking a switch, Adam shaking his head, dropping the knife to the floor, his breathing irregular as he tried to get his bearings.

He looked at Crane with an open vulnerability that Crane had never seen before, and it instantly made Crane want to act on that vulnerability, to protect him.

"W-what did she do?" Adam began, his eyes filling with unshed tears, "Ugh…" he began sniffling, his hair falling in his face as the backs of his hands ran over his face.

"You didn't hurt me," Crane said, giving in to his desire to touch Adam. Lightly on the shoulder so as not to startle him, "I provoked you. I shouldn't have. I don't want to hurt you, that's not my intention."

"Then why? Why do you act so cold? Do you hate me?"

Crane moaned internally as he watched Adam fight tears before he made up his mind. He leaned down slightly, pecking Adam on the lips so quickly it was almost missed by both parties.

Adam froze, his eyes wide as saucers, "Wh-what was that?"

Crane laughed, a genuine laugh that had his insides squirming, "A very sad, sad kiss. I would like to remedy that, if I could."

"Y-you would?"

Crane reigned in all of the self-control he possibly possessed. Just listening to the boy stutter was enough to set his libido on fire. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was fucking the boy senseless. Whether Amanda interfered or not was not of Crane's concern anymore.

"Absolutely, Adam."

Adam looked unsure before lifting one of his hands and running his shaking fingers across Crane's bottom lip, "Um…o-okay."

~(J/R)~

SQUEAL. A LITTLE BIT OF FLUFF FOR MY ADAM! AND finally, FINALLY I delivered on the Joker/Reid smut I had been promising. Hope you review! And once again, Happy (late) Halloween. There were no Jokers or Batmans this year. I would have dressed up as him again, but the makeup scares the Be-Jesus out of my family, and I had already decided to go trick-or-treating as Jiggly Puff. I worked too hard on that costume not to do it, so maybe Joker for a comic book convention coming up in a month or so. I was the only one at the last one, so I feel special, haha. -TPP