Meanwhile, at city hall.

"You freaks won't get away with this," said the mayor as he and a dozen others sat on the floor in a large circle.

"Don't you know that freaks is such a harsh word?" asked a man holding a large rifle. He and the rest of his group were dressed up in varying versions of the Joker's suit with white face paint and different styles of hair.

"We proofer to be called Jokers!" he said before cracking the mayor with the butt of the gun, making him collapse to the floor with blood dripping from his mouth.

"That's enough, seven," came a voice from behind the man.

"Sorry boss," said Seven as he turned to see a tall man with white face paint covering his whole head except for the green mohawk on his head. The man also had his cheeks sliced so that his mouth was permanently in a smile.

"It's just that my anger with everything that these guys have done runs deep," he said while glaring at the group of politicians.

"I know, and we'll make them pay for what they have done soon enough," said the boss as he walked toward the mayor who was trying to recover from the hit he took.

"We… we haven't done anything," said a woman who was crying to the point that she was hyperventilating.

"Are you saying that it wasn't the city council who decided to shut down the factories in the tenth ward?" asked the boss.

"Which threw thousands of people onto the streets when the prices of rent went up just a week later?!" he asked, spit flying into the woman's face as he got right into it.

"The rent thing was out of our hands," said the mayor.

"Oh, come on, we know that you are all filling your pockets with the dirty money in this city from all the kickbacks you have taken," said the boss.

"And soon you'll all pay for your crimes," he said before walking away.