"Clowns?" Jonathan frowned as he tried to focus himself, his eyes not wanting to but he managed to use all of his willpower to finally look at the guy who was touching him. Ginger, stupid grin, about his age, not special ... except his eyes. Maybe it was the fear toxin but his eyes were bright red. Maybe. Ha, of course it was, no one had red eyes.

"I met a c-clown once. I cried." Jonathan laughed, he had to, it seemed so silly now. To be scared of a man handing balloons out when the Scarecrow was here. He was always so scared. Stupid little Johnny. "You're one of t-them?"