In the houses near the street, it wasn't as though no one was home. When they heard the boy scream, quite a few people sheltering inside from the rain leaned toward their windows and looked out onto the street.
What they saw, however, was merely two cowboys holding onto a clown while talking to him. There was nothing worth watching.
They could roughly imagine what had happened. Most likely, the clown had acted like an asshole and angered some passersby, so someone had grabbed him to reason with him. A clown who burst into laughter at the drop of a hat was indeed rather irritating.
So people withdrew their gazes, muttered to themselves, and went back to figuring out how to prepare lunch during a power outage. With one final glance, they saw only the cowboys dragging the clown toward some secluded place where they could shelter from the rain.
The reason Su Ming had asked whether the dancing clown had eaten was because he had planned to drag him out through that sewer gate anyway. If the guy had already eaten, he might squeeze out something filthy like toothpaste, and that would make for a very unpleasant sight.
Now, though, things were much better. Although every bone in the fellow's body was broken, and being dragged along had covered him in rainwater and mud, at least he was still laughing.
"I know a lot of clowns, but generally speaking, even the craziest among them don't kill children."
After dragging Pennywise into the small grove behind the construction site of an unfinished house, Deathstroke hung him from a tree branch and spoke to him with great interest.
"Can you tell me about your thought process? Or tell me what exactly you are?"
"Teacher, his eyes are golden. That is not