Since that night when she told him her name, she hadn't seen him nor heard of his actions. The city of Gotham was enjoying a crime-free streak. The only interesting thing on the news when she turned the TV on to keep her company was Bruce Wayne's charity ball. "Well, that sounds like a good target to rob," she mumbled, wondering if maybe the Joker would show up tonight. The bar was so dead at night, and honestly, she didn't understand why she still kept it open, but she couldn't give up on him. He might need her.

Turning away from the door, she watched the television flashing scenes of Mr. Wayne's party. Who was she kidding? He didn't need her. He just needed the thrill of the chase. He had once said to her, in his drunken haze, that he felt like a dog chasing cars. He couldn't think of what he'd do with money, or power, or whatever once he had it. He just did things.

She watched on the TV as he burst into the party, calling out, "We made it!"