Kuchisake-Onna and the Joker

A woman walks in Gotham at the beginning of winter. She sees a man slumped on a park bench. His hair are dyed green and he got a very pale skin. He seems to be sleeping. He wears a dark purple suit with a green scarf that covers half of his face. As she was about to take him by suprise, the woman notices that the man's poison green eyes are fixed on her. Under her surgical mask, the Asian feels her lips tremble. - Tell me sir, am I beautiful? This question is not as trivial as it seems. She asks it to every man, to every boy, who stares at her a little too long. The dyed haired man looks at her for a few seconds without answering. - Yes, of course! The woman takes a pair of scissors out of her right hand pocket and removes her left hand mask. She reveals the scars engraved on her cheeks by her husband during a jealousy attack. An eternal smile. - And now? Am I still that beautiful? Mentally, the woman is preparing to see him or hear him express his disgust or to say yes in the hope that she will not use her scissors. She never lets anyone escape her... - Still that beautiful? You are now sublime! Hahahahahaha! While laughing like crazy, the man lowers his scarf. He thus reveals his mouth. A mouth with the same anything but natural smile. - I'm called the Joker. And you? The man extends his hand in front of him. The Asian takes it timidly. - I... I am... Kuchisake... I am Kuchisake! - Nice to meet you! The Joker leans towards her and kisses her on the left cheek, right on the scar, where the corner of her lips should have been. - Do you want to go show our matching smiles in the city? I know an adult in tights and with a bat face who always says that no one in the world would want to have the same face as me. We could go give him a heart attack!