The Joker smirked when he heard the man crunch against the sidewalk. Peter had moved, had attempted to intervene, the clown could see it in his eyes. But Good Old Officer Nose's Police Voids, now surrounding the building, were shutting down abilities until this known murderer could be put in cuffs. Joker couldn't feel the Voids outside of a faint tingling in his spine. He had no powers to cancel out. Of course, they didn't need to know that.

"I just wanted to see you, dear boy," he crowed. "Oh, and quite possibly kill you, too."

With a lazy movement, he drew a knife from his sleeve. The blade was laced in Venom.

"Nothing personal, kiddo. I have nothing against you. But your little friend Sylar, now, he's really cheesed me off. So I've gotta send him a message. You understand, right?"