In a filthy dark corner, in the middle of Gotham, lay the lifeless, festering corpse of Commissioner Gordon. A large section of his chest had been carved with a knife. It was an experts work, the work of a madman, Gotham's most infamous criminal, The Joker.
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"So boys, finally my father has managed to obliterate our greatest threat. The commissioner. Maybe now you will actually be able to perform the duties we ask of you!" The men looked up in fear at the dominating woman now standing above them. Alchemy was probably one of the most scary women you could ever meet. With her electric blue eyes, cruel smile and mane of thick blonde hair, she could have been beautiful, if only the hatred and malice that lay behind those eyes wasn't there.
The little meeting was interrupted by a slamming of a door behind them. "Daddy!" Alchemy cried as she ran forward to embrace the man in front of her. After a long hug, she turned to him and, quite normally, asked him "How was your day?" The rather strange looking pair then made their way to the back of the room. Father and daughter, exchanging stories on the days antics.
