Here you go! I've had this chapter sitting in my Doc Man for a while now, complete. But I've been knit picking it for the longest time, and I STILL don't like it.

It was time to get ready for Barbie's party.

And by God, did the Joker look spiffy.

After a quick visit to the Givenchy store (you could hear all about it on the news: JOKER ATTACKS HIGH END BOUTIQUE! Not his greatest act, but hey), and a quick reapplication of his disguise, the Joker looked liked a million smackeroonies! He was currently dressed in a spiffy grey metallic suit and a black dress shirt that was strategically left unbuttoned a bit so the ladies could see his alluring 'chest pubes'. He had a black pair of shiny loafers with no socks and an extremely fantastic Patek Phillipe wristwatch.

The dogs watched him as he primped in front of the mirror, admiring how when he took his jacket off the muscles he hid under his black dress shirt tensed and bunched.

"And now for the piece de resistance," he said, clearing his throat and taking in a breath of air.

"Hey, I'm Jack." he said, his voice lowering about 8 octaves to a deep purr.

Oh yeah, he was definitely a lady-killer. He repeated this several times as he brazenly walked past Barbie's bedroom door and back, down the hall and down the stairs.

People had begun pouring in, so he went unnoticed.

Well, not really.

The cliques of young heiresses had started a fan club (all in the span of about 3 seconds) and had begun following him around like a litter of lost puppies.

A litter of hot, scantily clad, long-legged puppies.

Puppies that now seemed to be in heat.

He smiled impishly their way, newly whitened teeth threatening to put the setting sun to shame. A couple of them shivered right out of their lacey stockings while others turned to a puddle of want.

"Oh yeah, I should do this more often..." he chuckled, turning and walking out towards the pool.

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"Hey Alicia, are you done? I can hear a crowd downstairs! Hurry the hell up."

"Hold your horses, here I come," Alicia huffed, slipping on her shoes and heading out into her bedroom," so Ant, how do I look?" Antonia gasped dramatically and held her hands up to her face.

"OH MY GOD! You look friggin FANTASTIC!" She said, standing up and clapping.

She did have reason to clap though. Alicia was decked in black and gold like she was pro New Orleans. She was dressed in a black and gold striped, very short baby doll dress with a deep v in the back, which clearly put her scar on display.

This was sure to be quite the conversation starter. She'd already told Antonia about being attack by a "crazed burglar". Gold bangles littered her arms and gold earrings dangled flirtatiously from her ears. She had tight Dita Von Teese like finger waves in her blonde hair that was thrown over one shoulder and her shoes were all black, super duper high Christian Loubotins.

"Aww you're too kind. You don't look half as fugly as you usually do either Ant," Alicia said, smiling sardonically as Antonia did a twirl in her silver sequin tank/ tunic and black destroyed skinny jeans, complete with matching heels. She'd straightened her hair and put on makeup that made her grass green eyes pop with a bunch of silver bangles.

"How sweet of you doll," Antonia said just as sarcastically. Just then, Alicia's body temperature dropped about a hundred degrees, and the room seemed to have been dropped in the middle of the South Pole with the windows down. She replayed that simple statement over and over again in her head.

How sweet of you doll....doll...doll

Just now, Antonia sounded terrifyingly like him.

The Joker.

She felt herself sliding down the wall to sit on the plush carpet, laughing at how a single word struck fear so deep in her it felt like she was drowning. Antonia ran over and gripped her arms.

"Hey Ali, if you aren't feeling well, you can stay up here. Not showing up to your own party is the new thing now, thanks to Bruce Wayne. Are you feeling alright?" she looked up at her redhead friend, cringing when her face was replaced with a terrifying Gas glow Grin.

The light scar on her scar felt tight and began to burn, making Alicia whimper and try to scoot away from her.

"Alicia?!" She shook her head, the cold air and pain disappearing and leaving Alicia on the floor dazed.

"Um, I'm fine, it was just something you said that reminded me of one of my patients at Arkham," she lied , patting her hair back into place and straightening her clothes. Antonia watched her carefully, making sure the light was back in her eyes before nodding.

"I don't know why you took that job. You make enough just photographing, why would you wanna be stuck around the Criminally Insane?" she grumbled, walking alongside her blonde friend down the stairs.

There truly was a crowd, mingling quietly amongst themselves, waiting for the hostess to arrive. They all turned to her as she came downstairs, an ocean of gold, black, and silver. She stopped on the last step and spoke quite clearly.

"Why the hell isn't anyone dancing?"

And with that, the room came to life. Music flowed through the house, pulsing the floor and putting a spell on the whole room.

Forgetting her worries, she crawled into the moving crowd and made sure to grab a drink.

When you think of Alicia's dress, think Katy Perry in 'I kissed a girl'. Sorry this one is so short, but I wanna keep it organized a certain way.