Teenage Sidekick by Paul Pope, with Colors by James Jean.
I have long adored Paul Pope’s conception of Joker here: he’s the Caesar Romero version in the context of reality.
Imagine how completely horrifying that would be.
Here’s this gaunt, scraggly weirdo all done up in sweaty clown drag.
His mustache matted with patchy, alabaster face paint. His thick eyebrows and swollen features constantly stretching and grinding. His clammy giggle of “hoo’s” and “ha’s” and “ho’s” as he attempts to shove you into some kind of Byzantine death trap of his own design.
I’m an unabashed fan of Nolan and Ledger’s take on the character, but Pope’s is on a whole other level of creepy.