A wicked grin lit her face and butterfly's took flight in her belly as The Bat walked through the doors to her ball. They had gone all out, and hadn't paid a penny, though there many threats placed ensuring this tonight would be to her specifications without a hitch.<br/><br/>The drinks were spiked and not just with alcohol, couldn't have the guests getting too rowdy and fighting back while she was playing with Batman. All of the guards worked for her. And certain delectable deserts were laced with things one couldn't recover from. It would be a splendid time.<br/><br/>As he strode through the room as if owning it, he entered the dance floor as if expecting the fight to come. "Oh my dear sweet bat, don't you know I always win." She whispered to herself.<br/><br/>As planned the criminals and thief's of the night, dressed in their most elegant of fashions, but not at all hiding who they were, began to take the hands of the upper class citizens in attendance. Leading their slightly startled and wary dance partners to the floor the dance began around The Bat. An elegant waltz with deadly undertones that none but a select few could pick up on.<br/><br/>Soon the women Joker had chosen began to approach The Bat for a dance, each cutting in and out and each one more provocatively dressed than the next. As instructed they whispered tidbits about the disasters and possible outcomes of the night into his ear before dancing away for another to come in. With each new dance The Bats face become more and more grim. For tonight it was not just he that was in danger, but many innocents that surrounded them all. Dancing about seemingly unaware of the real dangers their dance partners and others in attendance possessed, not to mention the surprises in the food and drinks.<br/><br/>As the last dance came to an end a very nervous mayor announced that dinner was now served and asked that everyone make their way to their seats. Of course the seating arrangements ensured that her people were strategically placed throughout.<br/><br/>At last finally making her way to the Bat, holding her hand up in question as she motioned to a table at the head of the room. A table for two.<br/><br/>"Dine with me Batsy." She said to him, a demand in her tone. This was not a question, but a precursor for tonight's events.