Joker's daughter sat in her chair in front of the fireplace.
The flames waved back and forth like little wisps of hair.
She ran her finger down the apolstrey.
Leather felt very nice on a sofa.
She sighed and leaned back. She closed her eyes, as her thoughts took her to another land. One of thinking and plotting, of scheming and disasters. But most of all, of a single person.
Her trick would be pulled off, yes, but not by herself. With the help of someone else. One important fact that she had learned that her father had not was that crimes were best committed in groups of two.
Not that she was going to pull this wool over the cops eyes... no, it was too good for that.
Drifting to sleep, the last thought on her mind was one word. Revenge.
The flames waved back and forth like little wisps of hair.
She ran her finger down the apolstrey.
Leather felt very nice on a sofa.
She sighed and leaned back. She closed her eyes, as her thoughts took her to another land. One of thinking and plotting, of scheming and disasters. But most of all, of a single person.
Her trick would be pulled off, yes, but not by herself. With the help of someone else. One important fact that she had learned that her father had not was that crimes were best committed in groups of two.
Not that she was going to pull this wool over the cops eyes... no, it was too good for that.
Drifting to sleep, the last thought on her mind was one word. Revenge.