Somewhere deep in Gothamβs park lit up only by the neighboring lamp posts and the pale moonlight sat the clowned Prince at one of the tables , a far from cheap chess board placed in front of him as the illusion of makeup was washed away previously β
Poor thing. This man he's waiting for has too much on his hands at the same times. However, he did put a reminder so he won't forget. Just as promised, he arrived in a rush right at 6pm.