Joker slammed the door open to his warehouse hideout and was greeted by Punch and Judy. Their faces were monotoned as usual, but were more interested now that their boss had arrived. Joker had a frown set on his face, and one of the twins put a finger to their mouth in confusion of the usual cheerful clowns expression. When Joker flinged into his usual chair with the smallish TV in front of it, none had questioned him.

"Turn the TV on!" he suddenly barked, knocking the twins from their spacing.

When it did turn on, their was a flash of static since it was an old TV, and then the news of course. Joker's eyebrows raised and he reached for the remote frantically, turning up the volume. He got out of his awkward angle and sat straight with his hands in his lap, like a little kid waiting for the next episode of his favorite cartoon. His expression, however, all but contorted when the face of Jigsaw graced the screen.

"It seems like Gotham has a new criminal to worry about." the reporter started. "From the information we could collect, she may even be more lethal than the Joker. This is not good, and Gotham PD says they are doing all they can to track her down. No one has heard from Batman, so they say, since he got roughly tossed aside between the confrontation of Jigsaw and the Joker. Lets hope that this does not end in a blood feud between the two."

Joker turned the TV off and tossed the remote violently into a stack of knicknaks. He silently wondered where the girl would go for a hideout. He might have to learn more about her behavior to actually see where she made her nest. It was obvious a villain chooses the place that bests fit his personality or name. Joker being in the warehouse of an abandoned amusement park made alot of sense, right? Suddenly, the clown peered over his chair at the twins, who abruptly stopped what they were doing to stare at their boss.

"You two. Were going out." it was an order.

The twins gave each other a confused look before rising from their position to gather equipment.


"Lalalala.." Jigsaw mused. "..good boy."

She patted the man next to her on the head. He had found her the new hideout, and praised some higher power she didn't shoot him after she was done with him. Jigsaw was staring around at her surroundings, transfixed by the musical beats vibrating throughout the room and the mess of lights tangling into each other on the floor. Not to mention the overuse of drugs and alcohol. They can drive people batshit crazy. Haha..bat.

"Sooo, a rave?"

A man walked into the setting wearing the same colored jacket Jigsaw wore, but it got longer in the back and spiked out into several directions. Sort of like a tuxedo one could say. He had his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and wore those skin tight jeans that were so popular nowadays. His shirt was white and had the anarchy symbol smack dab in the middle of it, drawn by Jigsaw herself.

"Fuck yeah." Jigsaw answered, obviously knowing the boy. "Like old times, right Jester?"

"First of all, its Jesta'. Second, we had a normal club. No strobe lights. I feel like I'm about to go into epileptic shock." he said this sarcastically.

"Shit happens." Jigsaw replied curtly.

"And then you die. True story." Jesta' said, correcting her.

"Whatever." Jigsaw waved her gloved, clawed hand and slouched in her chair, elevated a little higher than the rest of the joint.

"I'm going to, uh, rave since thats what this place was intended for and not harboring psychopathic murdering criminals." Jesta sauntered off.

"Sure." she waved her hand as if to shoo.

Her red eyes drifted across the raving crowd, picking out certain people that belonged to her little criminal group. More than one of them followed her from the states since they knew each other before she became so criminally famous, Jesta obviously included in there. He was excited about blowing shit up, and his arsenal is alot like the Jokers. He throws out random shit that explodes. Usually, though, he uses some sort of gunpowder that randomly combusts whenever its thrown or comes in contact with any part of a humans body. Jigsaw never understood science.

Her eyes darted to the door when a new face joined the crowd. Her features were very..cat like to say the least. Even her attire reminded one of a cat. Black leather. Jigsaw thought only bikers wore that stuff. She guessed the woman was trying to be subtle since she halfway danced through the crowd to reach Jigsaw. When she did, she walked like a model and approached her with a cat like gleam to her eyes. Wait, they looked like cat eyes. What the hell.

"Hmmmm, so your the new criminal?" she purred.

"Obviously. Who are you?" Jigsaw said with a creepy grin.

"Just call me Catwoman. One of the senior criminals of Gotham I guess. Sounds like you and Joker got into a spat." she pondered.

Jigsaw just now, for some reason, noticed the yellow tinted goggles covering her eyes and the cat eared mask. "Yeah. He seemed all too serious to be the man I heard he was."

"Look, Jigsaw." she figured Catwoman heard her name through connections. "We girls gotta stick together. You can have Gotham, I just want to steal precious kitty jewerly in peace."

"Sure." Jigsaw replied bluntly. "If its a alliance your looking for, than whatever. I won't mess with you as long as you never get in my way. Be sure to pass that along any of the other 'senior' villains you know."

"Simple and to the point. I like that." the woman winked from under her goggles. "See ya." she gracefully traced her way back through the crowd and left.

Jigsaw smiled. "This is getting interesting."


Catwoman walked out of the joint with a smile. She liked this new chick. If she was more dangerous than Joker, than it was good to have her on her side. As she let her mind think of new things, she didn't see the clown walk up to her and practically punch her in the chest with his finger. She took a step or two backwards, and then pulled her whip roughly from her side, and then snapped it on the pavement. Joker didn't flinch.

"Why were you in there?" he asked, a grin starting to form.

"Why?"

"I just loooove how you girls all stick together. Wonderin' if you would go find Jigsaw." he tried to look lost in thought.

"Why don't you go find out?" she walked away. "But take a cats advice, you might want to be discreet."

Joker looked at the club entrance and smiled.


Back inside, Jigsaw was still lounging but had gained a couple of glowsticks and other things that shined so bright in the blacklights. Her face didn't look all too bored, for she was entertaining herself by watching Jesta make a fool of himself. Only Jigsaw knew how to rave with her hands, silly kids. As she got up to make them feel like a fool, she felt the bottom of her jacket being tugged. Her head turned to see the white, but gloved, hand that was still on her jacket. Oh joy.

"What?" she said, looking as if she was talking to herself.

The hand made a motion for her to come back behind her huge throne chair, and so she did. And of course she saw Joker smiling back at her. Jigsaw made the face of a secretive cat if that was possible, wondering what him showing up at her hideout could actually do to her. Nothing. As she waited, he let out a little giggle and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Not so secret anymore, is it?" he said, happily.

"Why should it be? Most villains have heard about it now." Jigsaw replied deadpanned.

Joker stopped for a moment, shotdown. "Uh, than what is the point of having a hideout?!" his temper was growing.

"Well, whats the point of not being known? Zero. And I feel so pleased to see my favorite bad guy show up here as well." she clapped her clawed/gloved hands together in mock excitement.

"Where did you get so many people?" he asked, changing the subject.

"From other states. Already told you I was famous elsewhere besides here." she sing songed the sentence out.

"Ugh..well then.." he was stumped, and then felt a hand touch his shoulder.

"Thats sad you haven't got to first base yet, but please don't go there." Jesta had one hand still in his pocket, while the other was on Jokers shoulder. He smiled that same maniacal smile. "No room for two jesters here."

Joker growled, brushed his hand away, and hit a smoke bomb against the ground. Purple smoke. Funny. When it had cleared, of course the Joker was gone. Jigsaw blinked, and Jesta shrugged, resuming his position on the dance floor and dissapearing. Jigsaw cast a glance to where Joker was before, and roughly grabbed the next person who walked by, which happened to have the same relations with Jigsaw that Jesta did.

"Yeah?" he replied stoicly.

"Casualty, watch the place. I gotta go do something."

Casualty's collar on his jacket was upturned and he wore a normal trenchcoat. It was a normal shade of brown, and his jeans were a faded blue and ripped to hell throughout the legs. His skin was super exposed pretty much. His hair style was like Jesta's except a big piece of bangs flew over an eye and shielded it from the world. Jesta's was just fluffy. Oh, and his hair was white. Jesta's black.

"Sure. Do you need backup?" he responded.

"Nah. Just keep everything in order and if anyone needs to see me, don't tell them I left." with that, she ran out the back with shotguns hooked to her legs.

"Gotcha." the teen replied, turning to look at the crowd and Jesta in it.


Jigsaw was as elegant as Catwoman when she jumped past the rooftops. Where would a Joker be. Where would a jester be? Somewhere entertaining. A carnival? Oh, Jigsaw, you sly puppy. She grinned at this and jumped down to the ground, running towards the old abandoned carnival she once considered making a hideout at. Good thing she didn't, or that would be one more thing she would take from the Joker.

She peered past the opening of the warehouse and stared inside. Nothing was visible except Joker, laid out on his one chair with a TV in front of it. He was at an angle like she was when she laid out on her own throne back at the club. Slowly, Jigsaw approached, aware he was flipping through channels obviously bored. Sparking an idea in her head, Jigsaw inched forward until she was directly behind the chair. Her hand slipped over the side, somehow, and reached up into his suit, touching his bare skin. Joker jumped like mad and spun around.

"W-who was that?" he barked, embarrassed someone had touched him..like that.

"Your favoriteee villain." Jigsaw purred, still hiding.

"Wha?" he murmured before feeling the warm hands return, this time two of them and they were reaching around his frail body and..

"And you thought I was so bad." the female chuckled, but this time Joker had her. He spun around, again, and was met with red eyes.

The other felt a strange feeling stir within him, and it sligthtly scared the clown. He pushed the girl away, and turned around for a moment, pretending to scowl but was really lost in thought. His own twisted thoughts. That wasn't good. When he had finally composed himself, he turned back around to face his object of des--..hate. Her eyes mockingly stared into his, waiting for Joker to speak.

"How did you find this place?" he started.

"Very predictable. Your the Joker aren't you?"

"So does that mean you switched locations to a puzzel piece? How original." he spat back with venom.

"Ouch, why don't you try taking it down a notch? Just because I got under your skin doesn't mean you should be so cruel." Jigsaw faked hurt.

Joker sputtered before answering. "You did NOT get under my skin.."

"Look." Jigsaw threw her hands up in defense. "I'm tired of your bitching." before Joker could retort, Jigsaw started up again. "Why don't we play a game?"

Joker paused, and then plopped down on his chair again. "Go on."

"Whoever kills Batman OR unmasks him gets control of Gotham. Short. Sweet. Simple." she had crossed her arms.

"Ok." Joker stood up, the back of his suit falling slowly. "Deal. No hard feelings?" he reached out his hand for her to shake.

Jigsaw lifted an eyebrow, seeing the buzzer that poked out of his sleeve. With little effort, she took his hand and pressed it to his chest. Joker screamed when he was shocked and fell backwards into his chair once more. Jigsaw smiled down at him evily and mock saluted. "I think like you, remember?" and ran off.

Joker glared after her figure and murmured, "Oh I can't wait to show you how wrong you are."


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