She crossed her arms as she stared at the wreckage of a warehouse she recently rented out. Some clown had blown it up, leaving rubble behind. This was new. Usually, by the time a villain was finished with one of her warehouses, it was banged up. Maybe a few stray batarangs or arrows. Maybe even some scorch marks, but this... was undeniably new. She would have to add something to her policies.
Maybe it would say don't blow everything up.
She walked closer, ignoring the police tape that surrounded the area. A sigh escaped her as she surveyed it closer. The debris was still smoldering, and what was that sticking out of the rubble? She pulled out the object and realized it was a crow bar. Of all the things that could have survived the explosion, the crow bar was the only thing that made it out?
It was mainly intact, dried blood staining one edge of it. Tossing it down, she looked around,finding a patch of more dried blood. She would definitely have to speak to the joker who rented this warehouse. What was his name? Clown Face? Ronald McDonald? Hmmm... She would have to check her files. She pulled a large binder out of the pocket hidden in the folds of her dress and flipped through the pages until she came across the information about the client who rented the now destroyed warehouse in front of her. "The Joker?" she thought. He would be receiving a very angry visit from a certain realtor very soon.
A/N
MnM and Kit-Kat here, also known as The Feel Inducers. We hope you caught all the feel-filled references. Trololololololololololololoooooo!
(We finished this at 1:37 am as we watched Barbie Life in The Dreamhouse. (Don't forget the schlond poofa!) Also yes, we do know what's wrong with us.)