I am back! Yes, I have decided to continue with this wonderful story of the Mimer, I hope you guys will be as glad as me, because I now know I will most certainly continue this story. Thank you for all of the following people for reviewing lunabloodmoon666, Royallee214, (Guest reviewer) Harlequin, (Guest reviewer) mj, Cotton Blossom Diva, Grex, shika93, KoreanMusicFan, jasmine. , Gracefully, jrmf, and of course the rest of the Guest reviewers.

lunabloodmoon666: I agree that Joker wouldn't be so calm with Mimer's vanishing act and I hope I have improved his reactions in this chapter.

Harlequin (Guest reviewer): I wanted there to be a lack of Joker's insanity in the first chapter simply because this chapter was supposed to be a sort of introduction of Mimer, but yes, don't worry, I will make sure to capture Joker's insanity in the coming chapters. Also I didn't want to reveal all of Mimer's traits in the first chapter (strange, I know) but I wanted to slowly unravel her character. As for a weapon, I'm not sure if she will have her own unique weapon, I might give her one, I'm not sure, but she'll most definitely be armed, it'll depend on how I decide to layout the story (if that makes sense): if you have any preferences do PM me.

mj (Guest reviewer): I agree, there have to be woman that aren't victims or aren't exactly like Joker himself. Mimer isn't a victim but she has faced many difficulties, as do all people in life.

Guest (who reviewed Jun 1): Mimer is admittedly a strange character. Not much interests her but yes over time she will be more intrigued by Joker and his… strange ways. In this chapter you will see a slight change from her character wise. Now, Joker on the other hand, isn't innocent, like you said so yourself. Personally I don't see Joker the type to smoke, drink or do any type of drugs due to the health problems however like you said he might be interested in woman but not overly interested either.

Grex: I'm glad that you've decided to read it, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Guest (who reviewed Aug 31): Thank you for your kind words, but in terms of the next chapter, it may be slow, because I plan to give this story my full on attention when I have completed my other TDK story and that is about half way done: but don't worry I will update this story slowly, so you won't be left in the dark for too long.

jrmf: I will continue this story but slowly.

To everyone else who has reviewed about how they can't wait for the next chapter and how it sounds interesting; thank you for reviewing, I hope that you will enjoy this chapter and I hope I didn't make you wait too long.

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Chapter 2: Tryst?

Three days it had been since Joker had encountered Mimer for the first time, and he was just itching to meet her once more. Apparently, she was a hard person to get to. Adam called the Mime thrice a day yet he had gotten no reply.

What a shame that was. If one more hour past without a reply from the Mimer, Joker would have to kill Adam for his incompetence.

Joker rested his feet on the table, as he himself rested on a lime simple upholstered vintage armchair that was placed in his office. Joker's office was the grandest room in the whole dilapidated apartment. He had the whole entire floor to himself, whilst his men had the first floor to themselves.

So, Joker was at the third floor, the training was at the second floor and the men were at the first floor and the ground floor was well, to everyone.

Simple, yet some useless men had the gall to not obey those simple unstated rules. There was one rule that everyone knew and that was 'not to go to the third floor', and yet Joker would find the need to kill a few men here and there because they couldn't stay to their own area.

As Joker fiddled with his recently polished switch blade, he couldn't help but stare in awe of how beautiful it was.

With his feet rested on the table, ankles crossed, coat draped behind him, he was caught out of his daze when he heard a rhythmic beat growing louder. Joker thought at first it was his imbecilic men banging their drums once more but then as it neared his floor he realised it was someone running up towards him.

Joker narrowed his eyes slightly, bringing the switch blade dangerously close to his right cheek as he slightly turned his head towards the door. Everyone knew they were only allowed on the third floor, on Joker's floor, if it was an emergency or when he called for them. So why was someone in such a hurry to get to him, of all people?

Joker mentally counted the steps that were taken. Three, two, one…

Adam flung the door wide open, leaning on it as he caught his breath, "Boss! Mim- Mimer got back!"

Joker watched the sweat dribble down his face and how it soaked his fading grey shirt, then he turned his gaze to Adam's eyes "And what did she, uh, say?"

"She-" Adam huffed and puffed, trying to suck in as much air as he could "…she said she'll pop by shortly-"

"Pop by when?" Joker interjected, sitting up slightly and bringing his feet down.

"Uhm…" Adam became nervous, his hands visibly shaking slightly "Right about now".

As if rehearsed the phone in Joker's room rang. Joker stood swiftly and answered the ancient phone, putting it on silent "Yes?" he asked in his clown like voice.

The man on the other side hesitated "Boss! There's a…" the man paused, seemingly looking over at the intruder "There's a woman here… dressed sorta like a mime-"

"Ah, yes. Send her up, will ya?" Joker exclaimed "Oh and uh, she's our guest so be on your best behaviour. Make sure the boys know how to treat the lady, understand?" the Joker nodded.

"Sure thing Boss…" the man hesitated again "Boss? Should I also send Georgie and Guy up as well?"

Joker was going to say against it but recalled that they were 'friends' with this Mime as was Adam so answered with a simple yes.

After a few awkward minutes of Adam standing in the corner trying his best to look at everything but Joker; the door to his office opened up with a small and quick groan and in stepped in Georgie and Guy, and after them the Mimer.

The three henchmen shuffled awkwardly into a shadowy corner whilst Mimer walked in quite humbly, subtly tipping her hat at Joker whilst inclining her head as well, just so subtly.

Joker couldn't help but mentally take notes of every little thing this little woman did, "Well, isn't it a, uh, pleasure to meet you again beautiful…" he slowly rolled out the words, standing up and circling her.

He saw the corner of her lips twitch upwards but otherwise got no notice of his words. Not a sound.

Once he had circled her once he came to stand right in front of her, looming over her, scrutinizing everything on her face.

She had applied her make-up recently. The foundation was gentle on her skin but kept on the firm mask, her lipstick made her lips plump and full leaving no fault to be seen, her blusher made her cheek bones pop out, and the deep black diamonds commentated her massive dark brown eyes.

The tear on left cheek had been newly applied with the inky black paint and the Joker couldn't help but feel that the tear was much smaller than he had seen it last time.

He would've leaned in more to look into her eyes more closely as the more he looked into them; the more he realised that she was calm and collected, unfortunately her ruff like tie had prevented him to lean too closely to her face.

Joker grinned stretching his scars, "You know, I didn't get a chance to repay you as you had disappeared so quickly…"

The Mimer batted her long curly eyelashes and slightly tilted her head to the left, as if to say 'Oh well'.

The Joker nodded "And I would very much like to repay you for your… assistance"

Joker waited patiently for a verbal response form the mime but it seemed her lips were sealed shut firmly. Joker vaguely felt the other men in the room struggle to refrain themselves from interrupting and potentially angering him.

As Joker's eyes sharply flicker from the men to the mime in front of him, he caught her eyes staring at his mouth. Joker felt white hot anger build up inside of him however as he caught her eyes he realised she was staring at his lips not so much the scars the accompanied his gracious lips.

He tensed his jaw before he let a sneer remark leave his lips "It seems as though the cat has got your tongue, dear"

The Mimer's eyes flickered up to his own eyes a few moments later. If Joker still had the talent of reading people, he had caught amusement in her big bulging eyes. Slowly, those crimson lips curled up in a smile, and she then turned her eyes to Adam and the others.

Finally, Adam coughed, breaking the seemingly rising tension "Boss. I think you should know-"

"Know what, hm?" Joker growled at him, only to turn back to find the Mimer gone when Adam groaned.

Joker slowly turned his head to glare daggers at the three men in his office, "Where'd she go?"

Both Adam and Georgie looked at Guy expectantly, to which he rolled his eyes and murmured "Nice going, throwing me under the bus…"

Joker took careful steps towards him, keeping his anger at bay "Where'd the mime go?"

Guy's eyes went wide, "She- she got her pay so she took off… she-"

Guy hesitated, biting back the words, to which Joker grabbed him by the neck "What was that? I didn't quite, uh, get that?"

"She took off because she got her pay and… nothing here was of interest to her" Guy stared into those two black holes that were Joker's eyes, trying to breathe as smoothly as he could but failed due to Joker crushing his windpipe.

Joker let out a short sharp unamused laugh, "Nothing of interest?" Joker abruptly ceased his laughter and tightened his grip on his neck "Got her pay did she? From where I wonder…"

Guy was a good henchman but not matter how loyal he was, all good things came to an end, and Guy was one of those good things.

As Joker was about to plunge his sweet switch blade into Guy repeatedly Joker heard someone clear their throat from behind him. Joker's switch blade froze mid-air, nearly puncturing Guy's skin. Joker blinked and furrowed his brows; he suddenly let go of Guy and glanced behind him to find the mime with a tea cup and saucer in hand, seated near his desk that he was at not too long ago.

Joker flickered his deadly gaze at the three men and sent them running out to their own burrows. Joker sat himself in his armchair once again and scraped it as he brought it closer to the pleasantly awaiting mime. She lightly forced a smile as he leaned forward on his knees. To any untrained eye it was a small quick smile but Joker could tell that she did not want to smile. Not at all.

In fact, she looked bored once more. However that could be due to the poor lighting of them room, and the fact that darkness was falling outside.

Joker nodded "Say, what would you be drinking there?"

Joker could've sworn that she stifled a snort of laughter in amusement of his attempt of a small talk. She brought her gaze from her dark coffee to his eyes and she raised it, probably in attempt of a toast?

Joker began to soak in all the little details such as how her shoes were not polished to the point that they were grinning but simply shining that was beginning to dull.

He took her silence as an answer, saying 'Cut the foreplay.'

Joker bowed his head, and what with the dull lighting caused a shadow to be casted over his eyes that made it look as if those two dark pits were deeper and soulless as they looked.

It was here Joker took note of Mimer's change of deportment. Joker noticed her pupils dilate, her posture taller, firm, confident, intrigued and her lips were pulled in a stern line.

What had caused this change, Joker had no idea, but now he wanted to keep it that way. He did not want her to be relaxed, bored and comfortable. Joker was not used to that and to be honest he didn't like it either. He was not comfortable how someone could be so carefree in his presence when all his life everyone around him had been so intimidated, so cowardly, so jittery.

He bobbed his knee repeatedly showing his impatience, however he did not get any verbal response from her. In the end, taking the mental note that the Mimer was not one for many words: in fact she was a woman of action than words.

Consequently, Joker went on "Do tell me, Doll" Joker mocked her of her appearance "what business are you in?"

He saw her smile briefly when he called her 'Doll' and looked towards his own work. His work being all of the blue prints, newspapers and notes scattered on his large worn out mahogany desk.

He took that as an answer, an answer of 'I'm in the same business like yourself.'

Joker nodded, "And have you met the other, uh, dogs that follow our line of work"

Mimer smiled, but this smile was genuine unlike the others and looked towards the ceiling as if saying 'Oh yes!'

Joker chuckled lightly "And how do, uh, you find them?"

The Mimer set her saucer and teacup down and placed her hands gently over her lap as she sat side ways like any good well-mannered woman should, with her knees pointed sideways and her torso up straight. She then exhaled loudly and exaggeratingly whilst she shook her head.

Joker grunted "Likewise"

Joker then stood up and sauntered to a far corner of the room and looked through the boarded windows to see a group of prostitutes entering the shabby building that he and his men were residing in. Joker hummed in success, his senses were still as young as they were. He could practically smell the whores coming from a mile away.

Yet, why hadn't he heard the Mimer come in and out of his office? She had been as silent as death.

He hesitantly glanced beside him to make sure that the woman was still her spot that he had left her in however to his surprise she was right behind him. Had he not been suspicious he would've jumped in surprise but he was, in a way, expecting her to have moved from her spot.

He then clicked his tongue and nodded to her to come beside him, why he had taken such comfort to her in such short time was seriously disturbing the Joker and Mimer to some length.

She came to stand beside him and followed his gaze to belittle the woman that worked the night. He grunted as he tried not to chuckle "Sorry beautiful, but me and my men have to keep ourselves warm at night somehow, right?"

The Mimer looked towards Joker with an arched brow as if she were looking at him over and again once more, being taken back that Joker would need 'a piece of meat to keep him warm', as he had put it…

Joker smirked down at her "I suppose you would, uh, be leaving… However you are welcome to stay"

The Mimer looked him over once again and shook her head at his joke and grunted to herself. She began her way towards the exit however before she could take a step out; Joker caught her wrist "Oh Doll, Mime, don't be sad… I enjoyed this" Joker pointed between them, Mime held back a scoff. What made him think she was upset? Joker carried on "And I would very much like to repay you myself. Perhaps another time?"

Though Mimer was not focusing on what he was saying, more on where and how he was holding her, she nodded nonetheless.

Just as Joker let go of Mimer and she began to make her way out, she side stepped as a scantily dressed blonde shuffled in Joker's room (like the prostitute was repelling her). Joker leaned against the threshold and watched Mimer's form fade away in the dark corridor, she was far from odd indeed. The blonde woman was practically shoved into Joker's room by his goons, the other prostitutes were for his henchmen for their 'good work'.

The petite blonde woman seemed to be hesitant with fear as she realised that this man, this monster, in front of her was the infamous Joker. However with the drugs and alcohol pumped into her, she managed to not be paralyzed.

What a joke!

What a joke this woman was! What a joke her friends were. Selling themselves to make a living; alas what else was there for a woman of her 'status' to do?

The Joker began to strip off his three piece suit, leaving him in his white wife beater, socks and trousers. He didn't want this dirty thing to touch his suit. Only he was allowed to touch his suit.

Once comfortable Joker thrusted the woman to a wall near his desk and began to crush her as he began his aggressive assault on her lips and neck with his own rotting teeth and scarred lips. Joker had no intention of being gentle if the thing he was going to pleasure himself with was going to have degrading and crude thoughts of him. Why should he be gentle with her if she was so openly going to be turned off by his scars, if she openly stared at his scars, if she so openly was disgusted by the sight of him?

As he brought his assault to her neck, biting her, leaving bruises; his eyes accidentally came to rest upon the forgotten teacup and saucer that was left by a certain mime. He began to bite harder at the blonde's neck and growled, murmuring "Oh this isn't over yet…" he said to Mimer as if she could magically hear him.

Oh, if only he knew!

The terror-stricken woman gasped and whimpered in pain as bit down harder, "What?"

"Nothing. Shut up!" Joker grunted, grasping her by the waist more tightly. He bit and licked more of the woman's neck but he kept glancing at the teacup and saucer. At the rim of the dainty teacup were stains of Mimer's crimson lipstick. For some odd reason this made Joker as hard as a rock. He kept his eyes trained on the teacup and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of where the lipstick stained the rim of the teacup.

Joker shook his head, "Woman" he thought to himself "Nothing more…"

The Joker grabbed the blonde's thighs and raised them to his hips. She obeyed and curled her legs around his hips, though unsurely. He rocked his hips wanting to get it done and over with as quickly as possible.

…

Mimer watched as most of the men scurried away with at least two or three woman each by their arms, all except for Adam and Georgie. As Mimer came down she passed Guy who had seemingly gotten drunk and he gave her a wink as she passed by; but he did not mean it to be a vulgar gesture. Adam and Georgie waited on the ground floor for the Mimer to come by and exchange farewells.

Adam sat there with both of his knees bouncing with impatience, whilst Georgie was shifting from one foot to the other standing near Adam.

Adam couldn't help but shoot up as Mimer came down the last set of stairs and met him halfway for a handshake. She beamed at him as he held his breath. Georgie looked at Adam funnily before he gave his farewells to Mimer. Kissing each cheek whilst giving them her farewells like any good ol' French, Mimer knew how to play with the men.

Once their farewells were given Georgie sauntered off to find a pair of headphones to drown out the noises of passion and lust whilst Adam walked Mimer out. Adam stuffed his hands in his pockets and he walked side by side with Mimer until they came to the curb.

Once there Adam took his right hand out once more, Mimer looked down at the hand and took his hand with her own "I hope I can repay you fully… and be in no type of debt to you, Mimer"

Mimer smiled again, this smile reaching her eyes, and she leaned in to kiss each of Adam's cheeks, giving him the physical answer of 'Don't worry' rather than verbal answer.

Of course she couldn't give him a verbal answer, how ludicrous of Adam to think so. He of all people should know.

And with that she was on her way.

Little did Adam know that Joker's keen and sharp eyes had been on them this whole time, since they first stepped out into the streets, and this small gesture caught his attention.

"Jo- I mean Daddy, your baby girl needs attention!" Joker heard the woman behind him call.

In reply he pulled out a revolver from his back pocket of his trousers that had recently been done up and he shot her straight in between the eyes without even so much as looking at her. Her purpose was done.

Joker leaned back on the heels of his foot as he eyed Mimer go off in the distance fearlessly.

He liked that. It was not every day you found a woman who was able to live in a man's world.

To Joker, women were fragile little things that were very high maintenance. They wasted time, space, energy and money. To be involved with one was certain death: either quick or in most cases slow. To marry one was being enslaved.

In conclusion, women were a nuisance (to Joker anyway). Yet it was very surprising and delightful to find one that stood out and well… survived without a man.

Joker believed that Mimer was one of those woman and boy was he ecstatic to test her out.

Batman had recently followed up a lead on one of the most mysterious cold case, and he wasn't too excited about his fruitless findings. Each instance there were roughly around twenty men, all being killed within ten minutes, and no trace of the killer.

They all had one link: they were men that the Mob used to do their dirty work.

However, that begged the question, who would be targeting the Mob?

Surely it was not the Joker, he had better things to do, and it couldn't have been rival gangs, they were puny compared to the Mob; not to mention the Mob held a large proportion of power in Gotham.

So then who else was there in Gotham that would do such a thing?

The lead led to nothing but hushed whispers and rumours of a being that stalked its prey in the shadows and is as silent as death itself. When Batman asked a few people here and there he got a name: The Mime (or Mimer).

Rumours had it that if one were to endlessly think of the mime that he would appear for a split second, give his hellos, and then vanish without a trace.

Unfortunately, he only got a name, he didn't find any description of this Mimer or any other information.

Whoever this sad man was, running around as a mime and killing other men without hesitation, Batman would find him and bring him to justice. This pathetic mime may have had no say in the matter but Batman would make him sing if it meant he would give an explanation as to why he is killing so many people.

Bruce sat gazing at the skyline of Gotham's metropolis, cars honking, people scattering the streets going to wherever they needed to go, shops busy and alive with customers… a few pickpockets here and there. Alfred stood beside him, "Sir, what would you be starting off with today?"

Bruce paused before he answered his old friend, "I need to improve my suit…"

"Mr Fox would be more than happy to help"

Bruce nodded though in all honesty he wasn't paying full attention; his mind was still on the Mime, and this didn't go unnoticed by Alfred "Master Wayne, is there something bothering you?"

Bruce shifted his gaze to his feet, and he rested his arm on the armrest, he sighed "What do you make of this mime, Alfred?"

"I think he is a man who is either out for revenge or…" Alfred inclined his head "He is a man who will do anything for money"

"Whatever the reason, I only hope that I either catch him or he stops before he goes too far" Bruce then rubbed his face, exhausted.

"Master Wayne, this man is either very sharp or he is a little sod who is a new resident to Gotham and has no idea what he's gotten himself into" Alfred grunted, keeping his chuckles in the back of his throat.

An amused smile graced Bruce's lips, "Speaking of mimes…" Bruce then pointed to a few street performers, one slightly resembling a mime.

There was quite a crowd for the street performers considering it was Gotham, and what with all the crime and businesses. The performers' bodies moved in sync with the blaring music. Strangely the mime leaned against the nearby streetlamp and watched on with the audience. She was facing sideways to them, so her left side was exposed to Bruce and Alfred. She was not in the audience itself and Bruce felt that she stuck out like a sore thumb. Was the mime not with the other performers?

What was even stranger was that it seemed as if no one else could see him, or they didn't know he was there. It was like the mime wasn't even there but simply a part of the streetlamp despite the fact that the mime stood out due to his hat and make-up… and his strange neck tie.

Bruce felt his brows furrow and his forehead wrinkle as he studied the mime closely, he clothes were far from a typical mimes clothes but the make-up was no doubt that of a mimes.

"What's he doing?" Bruce asked more himself, as he leaned forward.

"He seems to be a bystander, Sir" Alfred nodded his head back to her "And he has quite the senses…"

When Bruce looked back at the mime he was looking straight back at them. Bruce leaned back in his seat, how in the world did he spot them amongst all of the skyscrapers?

He raised a hand in greeting and a small smile left his lips before he disappeared behind a passing truck. Bruce scanned the area but he could not find him, he then turned to Alfred "Did you just see that, Alfred?"

"Yes, he seems to have waved to us… and then disappeared. What a mime he was…" Alfred scoffed.

Bruce laughed heartily "The Mob's men are under the suspicion that if they think about the Mimer too much, he will come out of the shadows to say 'hi' and then disappear"

As Bruce laughed his heart out Alfred flickered his eyes from where the mime had been to Bruce, he coughed "Master Wayne, sometimes there's no such thing as a coincidence, sometimes"

Bruce wiped a tear "What are you getting at, Alfred?"

Alfred took a step back for Bruce to stand up and Bruce gazed into Alfred's solemn eyes "Master Wayne, I think you saw a glimpse of the supposed Mimer, after all he has been on your mind all week."

Bruce looked back at Alfred, flabbergasted "Alfred, don't tell me you really-"

"I do believe in coincidences but do you really think that this was a chance encounter, Master Wayne?" all hints of humour were gone.

Bruce then looked back at the stop where the mime had been.

"Was it a coincidence?" Bruce thought to himself.

Mimer wasn't a people's person, no, not at all. However, experience taught her so much through the years and she felt the need to go out in the streets this morning. It was surprisingly a bright day, very surprising. She loved the cloudy rainy weather, like the weather in Britain. Cloudy, dark, showers and fog.

As Mimer passed a few streets here and there she wound up in the metropolis, somehow. She hid in the crowds and found herself leaning against the nearby streetlamp.

This scene brought a sense of nostalgia. Street preforming, what wonderful and nightmarish memories they brought her. However the nostalgia did not last long, she then felt a burning sensation on the left of her.

She turned catching the stalkers straight on. She was grateful for the sharp senses she had acquired over the years.

There high up in the skyscrapers was a man along with, what looked like, his elderly butler. The man was seated, with a view of the whole area. He had brown slicked back hair, and his three piece black suit looked to be at least two thousand dollars. The elderly man was speaking to the younger man who looked at the elderly butler in respect.

Mimer read his lips, he said 'He seems to be a bystander, Sir'. The elderly man made eye contact with her and nodded his head in her direction 'And he has quite the senses'.

Mimer held up a hand in respect and felt a smile pull on her face. They thought that Mimer was a man.

Mimer sadly thought to herself "If only I were…"

She needed to get out of there and fast. Someone had seen her and she needed to go, no reason why, she just wanted to go.

Mimer spotted a nearing Freightliner truck from her peripheral view. As it passed her, she grabbed onto one of the straps of the trailer and held on, she had to hold her hat down because of the strong wind. Once she was steadied she crawled underneath the truck and squashed her feet under the bottom and held herself in place.

Funnily, no one saw her. What luck she had, it was almost ludicrous at how many bozos were around in Gotham.

Once the truck entered the narrows she let go and rolled over on the ground, near the curb. She felt her ribs bruise as she fell onto the concrete road. Had it been a busy day in the narrows then Mimer wouldn't have dared to pull that stunt off, however it was the slow time, there were already hardly any people out in the narrows and at this time there was no one in the narrows.

The locals called it 'ghost time'. It was strange. The 'ghost time' seemed to happen randomly but only the best new that it wasn't random. It just kept changing from time to time due to recent events. For example when Gambol was killed, ghost time lasted from four am to ten pm. This lasted for about a week.

What was even more curious was that it wasn't like a curfew, people just didn't leave their homes: and if they did it was to go to 'work'.

Mimer pushed herself off of the ground and dusted her suit off. She did not like doing what she did but she did that in emergencies, plus she had a vague idea where the truck was going and she had no intention of going that far.

As Mimer took her way to the shadows she felt something vibrate silently in her right pocket. It was Adam. He needed help with a little riddle he had found and no one could crack it… and they didn't want to ask the Joker.

As she was finally free and had a small window for self-entertainment before she had to get back to 'work', she replied texting back that she would come to their hide out soon, in about five minutes. So, with her new course she made her way around the shabby businesses and rugged ghosts lurking around. Now all she had to do was round a corner and in the middle would be Joker's lair.

As she sauntered into the empty streets, again she felt that burning sensation, kindly informing her that someone was watching her.

Mimer raised her head slightly to look at the third floor of the building and there, through the boards, she found a pair of brown eyes that were encircled by black holes, giving the impression that the person that the eyes belonged to were soulless.

It was Joker.

She tipped her hat to him as she approached the building, however she received no answer back.

It seemed as though she would spend almost another night with none other than the Joker.

To be continued…

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Until next time,
Suki.