That evening was quite the party for The Joker and her men. Instead of going to their own base, which was in an abandoned portion of Gotham that was supposed to be reconstructed eventually, they had decided to crash the birthday party of one of Gotham's heavy hitter mob boss's. With Joker-like flair, the henchmen had entered through the doors, forcing their way in, while The woman of the hour had made her way through a back entrance, up to the second floor, and made her entrance known at the top of the spiral stairs over-looking the party. The music had already stopped once the henchmen had forced their way in, their guns drawn, and the goons in the house drawing theirs and pointing at the henchmen in turn.<br/><br/>"Ladies and Gentlemen," she shouted from the top of the stairs, drawing the people's attention, "I was just dropping by to wish my new friend, Mr. Falcon, a happy birthday," she leaned against the banister with a duffel-bag over her shoulder, "I just thought I'd come spread a little love around and introduce myself, since I missed the opportunity earlier this week." She grinned down at the crowd below, scanning until she found the man she was looking for.<br/><br/>"Whose this crazy green-haired bitch?" she heard a man call out.<br/><br/>She huffed as she heft the bag over the railing, sending the people below scattering out of the way, as the bag slammed onto a table of drinks and treats and spilled out a whopping load of cash. She rode the banister like a slide all the way down, landing gracefully among the party-goers and walked up to the man who had inquired about her. She looked him up and down for a moment, before drawing a Colt. 44 Magnum from within her jacket and pointing it at his face with a smile.<br/><br/>"That money over there was a birthday gift to Mr. Falcon," she said, staring the man in the eyes as she raised a brow.<br/><br/>"It's Falcone, you painted up freakshow," the man retorted, maintaining a calm and cool demeanor, aside from the sweat building on his brow.<br/><br/>The run was silent as all eyes were on the two.<br/><br/>*Bang* That was the sound of the trigger being pulled. Confetti peppering the face of the man at the end of the barrel. The Joker could see that the man's heart had jumped into his throat. She chuckled as he was covered in confetti, tilting her said to one side, "I knew that, you silly-willy, but I felt Mr. Falcon sounded better," she placed the gun back in the holster in her jacket, turning to her henchmen, "What are you guys doing? Lower the weapons, this is a party!" She walked off to get herself a drink, "Sorry about crashing it, I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself," she grabbed a drink off the table where the money bag had dropped, "Also, I'll be punishing the one who got my gun wrong. I said it was the one next to mallet...this is clearly the one that was next to the hammer," she drank her drink and looked to Mr. Falcone, "Good help is hard to find these days, am I right or what?"<br/>________________________________________________________________________________________<br/>The Joker was already planning her next course of action. There was a carnival that all of Gotham was excited for that was coming to town, and she felt that it would be an excellent platform to surprise the people of Gotham. The only question now, was how to go about it? She shivered with anticipation of the screams of men, women and children. This was simply a thrill-ride for her, she was looking forward to the excitement of it all and the shocked look of the patrons. She was also hoping that she'd get to see the Batman again, she licked her lips as she thought about the things she'd do to him, after catching him off-guard again.