My vision panned in on his limp body, scantily shaking a pillbox in front of his lifeless face.
He wore this look on his face;
Almost as cunning and relentless as the Joker’s, except there seemed to be a sincere sadness to it.
Join me he muttered.
Let’s ride the carousel all the way to Neverland.
He was always the boy who refused to grow up.
