"She destroyed them," Mateo, the owner of Club Core explained while holding a bag of ice on the left side of his head. "I swear it to you. She came in and opened the safe and..poured all my shit out! She might have gotten away with one vial."

"Is that so?" the Joker asked and looked at the damage on the floor.

"Yes!" Mateo explained, feeling like he was pleading for his life. "I know you needed it tonight, but she just came in and-"

"She attacked us!" one of Mateo's guards chimed in.

"I'll get more! I will have more made!" Mateo said, his voice begging.

The Joker was quiet as he walked in a half circle around the decimated area on the floor. Mateo and his men were quiet, as were the three men who came in with the Joker. They all knew that he must be angry after waiting for months for his large order of poison. It was very hard to come by and it took a long time manufacture. Mateo was wondering if he would be killed then and there.

"Describe her for me, would ya?" the Joker finally looked up from the shards of glass where vials had obviously been dropped and broken.

"Oh," Mateo said with a bit of relief in his voice. Maybe the Joker was more angry at this thief than at him? Maybe he would survive and the Joker would go after her instead. "Well..she was around 5'4'' or 5'5''. Black hair..long. Brown eyes. Maybe 120 to 125?"

"Well, that narrows it down," the Joker said sarcastically. "Doesn't it?"

"She was-" one of Mateo's men spoke, seeing that if he didn't help out the Joker would likely kill them all. "She was cute."

"Yes," Mateo's other guard agreed. "Very pretty. Her hair was black with bangs. She was wearing a suit..it was like dark grey, reflective..dark multicolored. She had on a mask too..we couldn't see her face. She was kind of.. I don't know.. Latina maybe?"

"Yeah maybe," Mateo said. "But I have Brazilian enemies...it could have been them."

"So, you're telling me," the Joker used his foot to move one of the vial lids on the floor. "A woman this tall-"

They watched as he held his hand parallel to the floor between his neck and shoulder and laughed.

"This tall, was able to take my merchandise from you?"

"I swear it," Mateo said. "She must have been trained by someone..maybe the Brazilians..I don't know why they would destroy everything and only take the one vial."

"Or maybe she's a vigilante," one of the Joker's men finally spoke. "I mean she was wearing a mask right?"

"Yes..we have surveillance," Mateo said. "I can show her to you."

"Make it quick," the Joker said as one of the Mateo's guards ran and came back moment's later with a tablet.

"Here," he said and showed the Joker the footage which only showed her in the dark hallway. There was no surveillance of what happened inside of the office.

"She's there..in the shade from the edge of the wall there-"

"I can see that," the Joker said as he watched her stop the office door from closing.

"I can have a new batch made up for you," Mateo said as the Joker's men looked at the screen, but the Joker began to look at him.

"24 hours," the Joker said.

"A day? That's..really-" Mateo started to say. "Perfect. Tomorrow night."

The Joker looked at Mateo. He could tell Mateo would not have what he needed by the next night. He would be packing his things, pulling all of his cash resources, and attempting to escape. They all got the same look in their eyes when they thought they would be able to escape without keeping their word. If he needed more time, why not just ask? The Joker laughed in his mind. He then looked over to his men who were replaying the footage. They noticed the Joker looking at them and returned the tablet and left the room with him.

"You think she's a vigilante?" one man said.

"It doesn't matter what she is," the Joker said and turned away. "She's an interference."

"Yeah..." the Joker heard another one of his men say under his breath. "She's bad though..."

The two other men made sounds that sounded like approval.

"Might make it easier to find her," the man continued. "I mean..how many women in Gotham have a body like that?"

The Joker huffed and walked away, disappearing into the drugged crowd in the club. None of them even noticing him as he slipped through and out a back door.

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Adriana stood at her kitchen island looked at the liquid in the vial she had stolen. She noticed it was just barely a blue color when the light was shining directly over it. It looked so innocent and harmless behind the glass, but she had seen what it could do. A powerful deadly substance like this was something she had never expected to encounter. She almost found it hard to believe that something like this existed. She took off the cap and took a smell of the tip of the vial. Nothing. Totally odorless.

Call from - Harri. Adriana heard her phone speaking.

"Hey," Adriana answered the video call tiredly after quickly placing the cap back on the poisonous solution.

"Hey, I tried to call you like twice today," Harri said. "Woah..what's with the new look?"

"Oh-" Adriana realized she still had on the wig and contact lenses. She had peeled off the suit as soon as she was home and put on a pair of pajama pants and a white tee shirt. "Yeah..just trying it out."

"How much was that wig?" Harri asked.

"I don't know, $300?" Adriana answered.

"It's so cute, can I have it?" Harri laughed.

"I'll get you one," Adriana rolled her eyes.

"Okay, Agent Salt," Harri kept laughing. "You look tired."

"Yeah, long day," Adriana said. She now understood how Bruce passed out into a deep sleep so easily at work, in meetings and in front of others. The adrenaline rush she had felt when she was fighting was absolutely thrilling and powerful in the moment but the after effects were utterly draining.

"Aw, well you should get some sleep," Harri said. "Just wanted to check up on you."

"I'll call you tomorrow after my therapy appointment with Dr. Andrews," Adriana said and rubbed her eyes.

"Okay, boo," Harri said. "Love you muchisimo."

"You too, hermana," Adriana said.