After slamming on the brakes and hitting the gas again, Johnny spun the wheel all the way around, sending the old Ford skidding sideways through Triangle Shipyard.
As he tore recklessly through the maze built from abandoned shipping containers at the harbor, a purple blur suddenly flashed through the corner of his eye.
There!
With a 360-degree drifting turn, the old Ford stopped squarely in front of him, splashing mud onto his purple coat.
Joker stood in the shadows between two rows of shipping containers.
The faintly briny sea breeze blew into his face, stirring his greasy, curly, dark green hair before slipping through his collar and filling his entire coat.
"Hey! Kid, you should be glad I'm not a fastidious type like Joseph."
Joker licked the mud from the corner of his mouth and lowered his head to stare at Johnny. His unsettling face was completely hidden in the darkness, with only his eyes reflecting the light, inevitably bringing to mind Pennywise in the sewer in It.
"I'm sorry-"
Johnny rolled down the window. He looked a little nervous, his gaze constantly shifting away.
But he always looked like this whenever he saw Joker, so it hardly gave him away.
"Don't be nervous, Johnny. Remember-never try to apologize to anyone!"
Taking a great stride out of the shadows, Joker suddenly brought his sinister grin right up to Johnny's face. Then he pulled open the door, jumped into the back seat, and propped his legs on the back of the driver's seat.
Johnny started the car as usual, and Joker let out a chilling sneer behind him:
"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny! Why didn't you ask where we were going before starting the car?"
"Where... are we going?"
Johnny grew increasingly uneasy. Everything about Joker radiated danger today.
He glanced fearfully at