Sirius left the newspapers sitting on the table as she ran out into the street, looking for any signs of the Joker's presence

Sirius left the newspapers sitting on the table as she ran out into the street, looking for any signs of the Joker's presence. A frown crossed her face as she spotted nothing.

She smoothed her wavy hair and fixed the messenger bag that was strewn about her shoulders.

She went back to the house and opened her laptop at the kitchen table. She took out a USB connecter and connected it with the cellphone. A program came up and began to track the phone from which the text was sent. The phone was moving as she sat there.

Her heart began to race as did her thoughts. Could she really already have found the Joker? She watched as the dot bleeped across the map of Gotham, and finally, a half an hour later, she scribbled down the address of the phone's location onto her hand. She put a twenty two inch K-Bar into her purse and also slid a 9mm into the back of her low slung slacks. She had a feeling she may need it.

As she locked the front door the cold air stung her cheeks, making her look rosy and fresh. She jogged down the last steps of the porch and was met by a hideous barf green Honda civic. She grimaced at the vehicle. When the spy academy told her she would be receiving a car, she thought at least a mustang, but no doubt, the key she had kept in her messenger back fit the lock, and so she climbed in, and hit the gas pedal.

When she finally arrived, she realized that she had been led astray. The address was in fact, that of a children's daycare, and she found the cellphone laying carelessly in the gutter, with a Joker card laying nearby. Resigned, she kept both the phone and the card, and went back to her temporary home to analyze them.

Joker

He sat at his desk at home, going over, once again, Sirius' excellent profile. He had known for weeks that she would be coming, and over time, he had gotten extremely excited about it.

How ironic, he thought, that the thing I hate most, would be such a lovely girl's name?

He fiddled with a pen in his hand, clicking and unclicking the lid over and over nervously. He had no idea what he was going to do with her… but he knew one thing.

That it would be fun.