I could see Harvey's car pull up from outside my window

I could see Harvey's car pull up from outside my window. I had actually bothered to get ready inside this time, so I came out with this overcoat on so no one knew who I was. I got in Harvey's car and he began to drive as I was taking it off.

"Meeting your new lover in style tonight, are we?" he said sarcastically. We were totally like a brother and sister, so I didn't really care when he teased me. I got used to it after a while, so I just slugged him on the arm. "Not a good idea to hit the driver."

"I wore it so no one would know who I am, smart one." I paused to think for a minute, a rare occasion. I've started to make fun of myself, because as I learned from Jack, laugh and the world laughs at you too! "What'll he think if he knows you're my chauffer?" I asked. I was partially talking to myself and partially talking to Harvey.

"Well, I don't know. You'll have to ask." He stated.

"Ask? I can't just ask! I'm not an asking person when it comes to him, dear." I said, twisting my mouth in thought and displeasure.

"You're not even a talking person when you're around him, dear." He was totally mocking me, that son of a bitch. "You're really weird around him."

"Oh yeah? How would you know!?" I pouted like a little kid. I guess that's sort of my thing: over-exaggerating every little thing a girl does to make myself extra girly to make my appeal higher. You can't have a criminal you hate, or it's not fun!

"Because of the mob boss that got turned in today. He completely spilled his guts in court. He was talking about you and the Joker and how you interrupted their meeting then he technically saved your life…" he let out a sigh. "Watch out what you do in front of who."

"Did he talk about anything else?" I asked. At this point I was dying to know. I could help out the Joker if I knew something important, and God knows I wanted to help him so, SO much.

"Well, he did talk about the Batman…he's scared stiff of him. You know, I bet he's going to hunt you down in that warehouse. Watch your back. That bat knows even stuff I don't know. Before you know it, your name is going to be on the news tomorrow morning." he pulled up a few blocks away from the warehouse.

"I know. But the headline's going to be 'Homicidal Psycho and Lover Wreak Havoc in Gotham City'," I gave him a wink, got out of the car, and began to walk to the warehouse. I left my overcoat in his car, which made me feel so much lighter and prettier. I went into the warehouse through the back door and he was standing there, piles and piles of explosives around him. There were a bunch of cars, too, and the explosives were being loaded into them. If a normal person had seen this, they'd have fallen over with astonishment, but I was used to this whole crime stuff. I just kept walking towards the Joker, my eyes on the prize. I still had to outdo Rachel. Even if he had forgotten about her, I hadn't!

"Well there you are…" I walked over to him and he grabbed me by the waist. We kissed lightly and he just held me there. I felt my leg go up in a girly way when we kissed, and it just stayed up. It was kind of cute. "I've been waiting." I smiled more confidently and sexually. I had been rehearsing for-freaking-ever, and I finally got to the point where I was more shy than nervous around him.

"I can see that." I said. You could still hear the shyness in my voice and such, but most of it had gone away. I could tell he liked the real Sleeper better than the shy one. We pulled away from our embrace and stood there holding hands. "What are you doing with all these explosives? Plan to blow up Gotham already?" Like I said, rehearsing for-freaking-ever.

"What are we going to do with—with all these explosives," he corrected, strolling around me to kind of inspect the warehouse. He was so hot when he corrected me. And when he strolled. And when he inspected the warehouse. "Well, what I wanted to do…to send these cars, full of ammunition all throughout Gotham. I think…I think that if we were to send all these cars to major points in Gotham City…The Capital Building, Gotham National Bank…"

"The courthouse…" I continued.

"Good, good! The courthouse…" he paused and took my hands in his. I swooned a little but caught myself before he could notice. "I think…if these points were to be high-jacked with explosives, we should knock them off one by one. One by one until…until…" he stopped talking for a second. I could tell he was thinking hard. Too hard.

"Well…" I said. His attention darted towards me. All eyes and ears were on me. It was like he desperately wanted to know what I was going to say. It was kind of cool. "One of the mobsters got caught today. He told everything in court, and he mentioned he was scared of that weird bat guy." He smiled sneakily. He was through thinking, now he was plotting. "If all the mobsters feel the same way then he could potentially be our main target."

"That's correct," he said intelligently. "So…so, if we can just get the Batman…" he thought a little more. "If we could just get the Batman, we could kill him. We could…get Gotham back…" I didn't really get his motives, and I didn't understand why he really wanted this bat psycho, but hey! I hated him too, so it's a match made in heaven. Just what I wanted. Great! "Thank you," he said. Oh God, the Joker was thanking me! I had contributed to his genius and he was thanking me! His genius, not mine!

"Oh no, dear, thank you," I looked at him licentiously. He loved every second of it.

I had finally figured out the first piece to the puzzle.

Piece 1: The Joker likes to play games. He's looking for someone to play them with him, or they're not fun anymore.