Leaning against the bar, Diablo kept an eye on the crowd. The music was irritatingly loud, enough that he could hardly hear the bartender asking him if he wanted anything. Waving the man off with a hand, Diablo rested his chin on his propped up hand. It was hard enough finding a man on a busy street, let alone a crowed night club. He had lost sight of Fear and hoped the man wasn't getting into any more trouble, the last thing he needed was for the whole place to be at their throats.<br/><br/>As the music pounded away, and countless acts, which Diablo was pretty sure were illegal, a woman set down next to the tattooed man. Not taking any notice of her, Diablo felt her lean against him.<br/><br/>"Up for some fun bad boy?" She asked, running a hand up his arm.<br/><br/>Pulling away from her, Diablo turned so his attention was on her.<br/><br/>"Unless you've got some information I need, you're out of luck." His expression never changed, earning a pout from the woman. "You didn't happen to see some guy in here, possibly with a computer?" He didn't know much about Jeff apart from his obsession with computers so he hoped this was a big enough give away.<br/><br/>The woman paused a moment, turning her head as though searching the crowd, a finger on her lips.<br/><br/>"I might have seen someone but..." She trailed off, a smile on her face.<br/><br/>Diablo could feel his hand growing warm and clenched his fist.<br/><br/>"Look, I don't have time for this." He raised his hand and opened his hand, using it for emphasis. He noticed the flickers of flame licking up his fingertips.<br/><br/>"Fine. I saw some dude in here with a laptop, really rude if you ask me." The woman crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat.<br/><br/>"Where is he now?" Diablo asked, planting his hand on the cool marble counter.<br/><br/>"I don't know, he took off." Swearing, Diablo stood and turned back to the crowd trying to spot Fear.<br/><br/>"Damn it, where is he?" Diablo asked, attempting to maneuver through the people.<br/><br/>♦♦♦♦♦<br/><br/>Joker absently twirled one of his rings around his finger, watching the streets of Gotham rush by as the driver of the van raced past the other Gotham residents. He was slightly slouched down in his seat, but quickly sat up when he heard the tell tale sirens of the police.<br/><br/>"You have got to be kidding me." Joker stated, glaring into the mirror and watching the squad car quickly approaching. Pulling a gun from his jacket, Joker turned around in his seat and shot out the back window, narrowly missing his man who had been back there. He watched the car swerve but knew that wouldn't stop them. This was confirmed as two new cars joined the first.<br/><br/>Letting out a sound close to a growl, Joker glanced to the road ahead of them and grabbed the steering wheel.<br/><br/>"Hey! What you doing?!" The driver asked as he lost control of the vehicle. Ignoring the question for the time being, Joker turned the van around completely so it faced the oncoming police. He could feel the man's hesitance and brought his gun up, resting the barrel against his temple.<br/><br/>"We either do this now, or you drive." Joker said. The man made his decision quickly and floored it. Laughing, Joker couldn't help but see the fear and panic in the driver's face. Neither they, nor the cops were stopping.<br/><br/>"Sir, we've gotta move!" The man tried turning the wheel, but was stopped by the click at his temple.<br/><br/>"Keep it steady." Joker replied, eyes fixed on the oncoming cars. It was at the last possible moment that the police car swerved, and the van went on unhindered. Keeping his directions short, Joker had the men dump the van in an alley.<br/><br/>"Fellas, it's been one hell of a time." Joker said, his back to the two men. Before they could get too far from the vehicle though, Joker shot them, leaving the bodies behind for the police to likely find a some point.<br/><br/>The final stop was one of Joker's less known hideouts. The penthouse had been a "gift" from a top shot mobster who had said one thing too many. As the elevator doors opened, Joker stepped into the large room and scowled. Using the telepathic link Draco had set up earlier, Joker contacted her.<br/><br/>"Change of locations, you know the one." Draco was one of few other than Harley who knew of this place, one of very few trusted with its whereabouts. With a sigh, Joker collapsed on one of the sofas, leaning his head back with his eyes closed as he waited.