Just aways from Arkham, on a small deserted path that was once a back road into prison, stood a lone car. The soft, rumbling of the engine was the only thing that broke the deafening silence of the still air about them. Puffs of smoke coming up from the classic silver tailpipe, like whisp's from a lit cigar. It was a new 'present' for the boss. The work on the class Cadillac had taken nearly all the time of his absence to complete. The fresh looking midnight purple, glinting in the moonlight, was barely a week old and the hum of the engine could put a baby to sleep.<br/><br/>Of course, it wasn't really the mechanics that were time consuming, but the mechanisms that needed to be applied. The old car was nothing more than a rat bag after the last skirmish and the task of moving all the bosses gadgets and gizmo's over was hard labor. Even for one such as herself. With a sigh, she flicked open a small cigarette case and pulled out a smoke. Since when had she taken up smoking? It could have been any number of things that led to it. Of course, she could have carried the habit for years... not like anyone would have noticed.<br/><br/>Or cared.<br/><br/><em>Tick, Tick, Tick </em><br/><br/>No, still working. What could be keeping him? The lighter flicked.<br/><br/>Once.<br/><br/>Twice.<br/><br/>Finally, the flame grew and the smoke in her mouth was lit. The girl behind the flame looked nothing like the woman she had left behind. The blond hair was tucked away, tightly hidden beneath the jesters contraption she wore there. Her face was painted up in the usual way, white base, black eyes, red lips.<br/><br/>Only the best for her 'Mistah J'<br/><br/>But it was a shaky hand that pulled that cigarette from the slender, lips. She was a rather attractive girl, or would be were anyone to pay attention to her. She had the perfect pout, the perfect curve, everything about her was feminine. Was woman.<br/><br/>Yet her mind was something like a child. Ivy has once mentioned something about it, and the thought brought on a faint laugh. Old times. It was hard to think she could have ever been happy without Mistah J, and yet...<br/><br/>But she dismissed her betraying thoughts and looked out the window, with the dark eyes of a criminal waiting for the end of days.