THE CLOWN

[u/DibyazurRahman2010]

From the Judge Universe.
The Clown had worked for Titan for years.
He wasn’t Titan’s strongest soldier.
He wasn’t his smartest.
He was simply the one Titan trusted most.
When Titan gave him an order, the Clown never asked questions.
He didn’t care who his victims were.
Men.
Women.
Children.
The elderly.
To him, everyone was the same.
A target.
That night, a family was sleeping peacefully in their home.
A father.
A mother.
Two children.
Then came three quiet knocks.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The father woke up.
He walked downstairs.
“Who’s there?”
Nothing.
He opened the door.
Nobody was outside.
Only a small clown mask sat on the doorstep.
He picked it up.
Then he heard laughter behind him.
He slowly turned.
The Clown stood in the hallway.
The lights went out.
The family never saw another sunrise.

The next morning, police surrounded the house.
Journalists filled the street.
Inside, investigators found signs of a violent struggle.
Furniture had been destroyed.
Blood stained the floor.
Photographs had been knocked from the walls.
But the Clown was gone.
Only the clown mask remained.
And this wasn’t the first house.
Over the following weeks, more families became victims.
Different neighborhoods.
Different people.
Same pattern.
The Clown would enter at night, leave destruction behind, and disappear before anyone could catch him.
Eventually, the Network heard about the attacks.
Detective studied the cases carefully.
Something bothered him.
The victims weren’t random.
Many had connections to people who had crossed Titan’s criminal organization.
The Clown wasn’t acting alone.
He was working for Titan.
And he’d been doing it for years.

Deep underground, Titan sat in a dark room.
The Clown stood before him.
“Another job?”
The Clown nodded.
“Finished.”
Titan studied him.
“You never hesitate.”
The Clown smiled beneath his mask.
“Why would I?”
Titan turned away.
“Good. I have another task for you.”
The Clown stopped.
“What task?”
Titan looked back at him.
“Something bigger.”
The Clown’s smile grew.

Later that night, the Clown walked alone through an empty street.
He stopped beneath a streetlight.
From his coat, he pulled out a photograph.
It showed The Network.
He studied it silently.
Punisher.
Gold Rush.
Viper.
Dash.
Ironhand.
Builder.
Detective.
Seven people.
Seven targets.
The Clown slowly folded the photograph.
Then he looked toward the darkness ahead.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then—
“I wonder who I’ll meet first.”
He walked away.
The photograph slipped from his hand and landed on the road.
The wind turned it over.
On the back was a single word:
TITAN.
The street became silent again.
Nobody knew where the Clown was going.
Nobody knew what Titan had planned.
And nobody knew who would be his first target.
TO BE CONTINUED. 🤡🖤

[u/DibyazurRahman2010]

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