Jack Pagliacci

The Clown Prince of Crime strolled confidently down the street of a well-to-do Gotham City suburb. One of those gated communities with its own private security so the wealthy residents can have the illusion of safety. Kids dressed in costumes raced by him, running from home to home, maximizing the evening's candy potential. He waved at them. They waved back. No fear. No cowering mothers. Every once in a while a teenager would say "cool costume!" He liked it. This was the only night of the year he was just an ordinary guy. The predator in their midst and they didn't even know it. It was a marvelous joke.