The Joker stopped running as soon as the sounds of sirens faded. His plan had worked and those idiotic policemen had followed the fake him, allowing him to complete a successful escape.
"Suckers," he hissed as he dug through the trashcans in the alley around him, looking for the bag that was his.
"Looking for this, Mistuh J?" a familiar voice asked him.
He turned to see that sexy psychiatrist from Arkham standing not more than three feet away from him, holding his bag in her slender hands. Her glasses and lab coat were gone and she was now wearing a sexy minidress and stilettos.
"I was on my way to my second job and I found your bag," she told the Joker. "Would you like it back?"
Without waiting for an answer, she tossed the bag to him and he caught it. The psychiatrist then pulled out a newspaper clipping and handed it to him. The Joker quickly looked it over and discovered that his darling little Evelyn had just gotten married—to Bruce Wayne.
"Wanna help me ruin a life, possibly two, Dr. Quinzel?" he asked her.
"Sounds fun to me, Mistuh J," she replied before bursting out in giggles.
The Joker smiled. He was going to be having some more fun with Evelyn.
There we go! :)
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