After her successful “Brawl Night”, as she was affectionately coming to think of the previous night between The Bat and her crew, she couldn’t help but feel on top of the world. But even still there was a nagging anxiousness at the back of her mind for more. No, not just out on the streets again, while that was quite an eve of entertainment, it wasn’t enough.<br/><br/>The town still showing all of the signs of the chaos meted out at her behest. Store owners still struggling helplessly to board up their shops and repair the damaged caused from Brawl Night. Building and overpasses coated with the artwork of her followers. All of the destruction made her smile fondly like a proud mother praising her children.<br/><br/>Still though was her driving thirst for more, more chaos, more crime, all of it, but most of all she found was that she wanted more from The Bat. Dear Batsy was taking up too much space in her mind lately. She wandered if she had gotten under his skin as much as he had hers. She couldn’t stop thinking of all the wonderfully delightful things she could do to him, have done to him. She was curious as to just how much The Bat could handle and what it would take to make him scream, and what it would be like to have him on her knees before her, bent to her will.<br/><br/>She was heading back to the warehouse for a meeting with the leaders of each of the subgroups under her charge. The idea of a bank heist had been tumbling around in her head for days and the longer she thought about it the better it sounded, and it had the added benefit of hopefully putting her in the line of fire with her dear Batsy.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Bouncing on the balls of her feet as she danced down to and through the parking garage twirling some kind of bat shaped weapon that a minion brought her today as a souvenir from Brawl Night. Smart minions scampering out of the way as she came towards them in effort to avoid a slash from her swooping motions. She was delighted with the new toy, and had the perfect spot on her mantle to place this newest trophy. She was on her way to a certain bank to make a few new friends and maybe even to formally meet a certain Bat!<br/><br/>Tonight Joker was dressed to battle ready, which for her meant her royal purple thigh high stiletto leather boots, the buckles racing up the sides clinking with each step like little bells in time with the hard clack clack of her heels as she made her way from the back of the bank to the front lobby. It was good to have a few dirty cops on her side, grease a few palms and it paved the way to easy street.<br/><br/>The over muscled goons she brought with her were not so gently the last few of the banks patrons out the front door as the girls she sent in ahead of time were making their way to the banks tellers with their large empty sacks.<br/><br/>While the prospect of easy money and a job going smoothly was not necessarily a bad thing, it was rather disappointing. She had hoped to meet The Bat tonight for herself, had even dressed for the occasion.<br/><br/>Glancing down at herself appreciatively, the new corset to match her boots pushed her breasts up and out a little more than what she might normally wear and her cropped jacket framed her cleavage nicely, but what was a girl to do when out to show off for a new boy? Her makeup tonight was done lighter than her normal porcelain complexion; her lips painted a beautiful whore red and her eyes a vibrant purple contrasting beautifully with her jade green eyes. Her long auburn hair was tied and pinned under her custom made top hat. She looked very much the part of her famed title, and her always accompanying well hidden knifes were strategically placed throughout her outfit so that she was prepared no matter what.<br/><br/>But what a disappointment it would be if all of this was for nothing, If The Bat never showed.<br/><br/>And just as she was about to round her boys up and head home, the job quickly and efficiently done, the man of the hour burst through the door just as she stepped into the center of the big banks lobby area as thunder clapped loudly from the torrential storm raging outside.<br/><br/>“Oh goody!” Joker sang happily. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming, and to think after all the work I put in to make sure that the streets were buzzing with the news” Her face contorting into a dramatic pout that quickly changed to a brilliant grin. “I’m so glad you could make it. I have been wanting to meet you so!”<br/><br/>As Batman stepped into the room the thugs who had now stashed their bags by the door in effort to assist the boss were now holding guns on both the few bank tellers they had kept behind while others pointed theirs at the encroaching Batman.<br/><br/>Joker stepped forward to present herself, taking a dramatic bow before Batman. “Oh, I must have forgotten my manners in all of the excitement. Let me introduce myself. I, my dear Batsy, am The Joker.” Her head tilted up slightly with a twist so that she could look him in the eye. Her “Joker smile” spreading across her face, her eyes shinning with a wild excitement.