"If that's your idea of fun, I guess." Diablo gave his own opinion to the spoken statement. In all honesty he wasn't looking forward to this place, a past him might have -- the drinking, the girls, the loud music and general chaos of a nightclub, but now he was much more reserved than that.<br/><br/>His attention was soon caught by the awakening of their third team member, CatWoman, from the name tag she wore.<br/>"I would assume we'd get whatever we needed when we get there, don't want us causing a scene in here." Glancing around them he noticed the crates, each labeled with their names. His wouldn't contain much except for a change of clothes from the prison garb he currently wore.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>As had been expected, the helicopter dropped the trio off on a rooftop a few blocks from My Alibi before taking off once more. Diablo watched the chopper leave before opening the crate and grabbing the clothing inside. He pulled his shirt over his head, replacing it with the new one before nodding to Fear and CatWoman.<br/>"Ready?"<br/><br/>♦♦♦♦♦<br/><br/>Joker took note of Draco leaving the valuables at his feet before taking the body away. A wave of his gun had one man running over to collect the items and stash them away as Joker once more took a seat, propping his feet up on a table. His gaze remained on a spot on the floor, a thoughtful look on his face. As Draco returned his hand unconsciously dropped, his fingers running through the fur of his loyal 'dog'.<br/><br/>His eyes rolled up to the assorted men standing around the room. Some of them had been with him for years, others on the other hand were new blood. Some he had heard talking about wanting out, hence why this little event had taken place, while others doubted his authority -- some believed he was just crazy, which wasn't completely wrong. However, with all this happening it was still too quiet.<br/>"Boys, let's say we have a little fun tonight." Joker leaned back in his chair, hands clasped under his chin. "Gotham's been a little quiet for a while, let's stir up some problems. Maybe the Bat will make an appearance, hmm?"<br/><br/>As the men filed out, leaving Joker and Draco alone the normally ever present grin slipped from the man's faced, replaced with a scowl. Joker closed the door with a swift slam before turning to face the emptied room.<br/>"Now that they're gone, what do you say we get some real business done?" He could faintly hear the sound of music thudding in the nightclub, masking nearly all noise from this room, as his footsteps echoed faintly.<br/>"Word in the undergrowth is a certain individual has stirred up some trouble with Mrs. Waller and her crew." Joker took a chair from a nearby table, turned it backwards and sat down, arms crossed over the back of it. "What I want to know is why, Waller doesn't get so fussy over nothing."