<span style="font-style: italic"> "you know you'd make someone a great wife, I mean you work that oven like a grand master"</span>Dante spoke jumping onto the kitchen side flicking the hair put of his eyes. She blinked her bright green contacted eyes aware that this man must be some sort of a stranger to town. Her hands placed themselves on the back of the kitchen counter poppining the sleeveless light purple half short that only covered her boobs out a little, while her left leg bent into a leaning position showing that the skirt that just barely covered the tip of her thigh. At this point the smell of the pizza being cooked came through the kitchen.<span style="font-style: italic"> "you know the question still remains, why you would invite a would be do gooder to you beautiful home."</span><br/><br/>" The question isn't really a question, see I am not afraid of authority , nor am I looking to believe in such a thing as a do gooder. Everyone has evil, and everyone has good, what I am trying to do is to constitute a challenge to gothem's darkest, and it's heroes. A city can not be in peace , it would ruin the function. So, I bargain with ideas. As for letting you in, I have my reasons." Swinging around when the beep from the timer went off, and kicking the oven open, while grabbing a kit , and yanking the pizza out of the oven. Professionals have no clue what fun it is to kick open an oven.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"well I'm alright" </span>There was a pause and during that pause she cut the pizza into sliced , placing china plates on the table.<span style="font-style: italic"> "but what if I swan'd out and called the cop's you'd be in trouble there's a lot i could do" </span>A grin crossed her face at those words as she placed pizza onto the plate , taking the knife and throwing it just barely past his ear, a strand of hair pinned the wall.<br/><br/>" I would of handled the situation accordingly , but again you have not , so for that I trust to keep an eye on you. New men in Gotham are always fun to play around with. " Her ass waved as she walked out of the kitchen with her plate. Walking into the living room which had a middle aged man sitting , watching the news as if it was an every day matter. " You know Jordan , I pay high money to keep you off my tail, I mean your new house was paid for by both me , and ....that man. " There was a disgusting pause as both her and batman had given Jordan money for desperate reasons. Batman's money was condolences for her death, and her money was pay off.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Yes but Rach , I mean Mrs. Jester , how about thinking about your plan? How are you going to rid Gotham of its darkest , and it's heroes? Its death either way. " </span>The man stood up bowing. This was batman's right hand man.<br/><br/>" First that is for me to know, oh and meet a new man to Gotham , this here is Dante. " Jordan's face went pale white before going back to normal.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" He...he hunts ...hunts demons..........."</span>She cocked her head. Did that mean Gotham had demons, or was Jordan keeping a secret from her? Did she really die? Was that why he was so surprised? That isn't possible, it just couldn't be. Anyways , she wasn't going to deal with these thoughts. Jordan's phone rang , and walked out of the house. Getting into his cop car, and taking off with his sirens on.<br/><br/>" So demons? Didn't think they existed? Anyways now that is the head detective in Gotham, that is why I am not so worried about police, I am more worried about a dark bat than police. " She huffed a laugh while walking to the couch and laying down , placing the empty plate on the glass table. It was up to him on if he wanted to join her.