In a seedy nightclub near the Gotham Docks, various "super-criminals" stood around. Among them were Two-Face, Clayface, Mad Hatter, Killer Croc, Scarface (with an unwilling Ventriloquist), and Riddler. Suddenly, the door was broken down, and Pagliacci made a gymnast's entrance.

"Which one of you is willing to aid me in the theft of the diamond known as King Vincent's Bane?" Pagliacci asked.

"Aren't you that sassy Italian doll who works for Joker?" Scarface asked.

"Ventriloquo stupido é fittizo." Pagliacci cursed.

"What'd she say?" Scarface asked.

"I think she called you stupid, Mr. Scarface." The Ventriloquist meekly answered.

"I don't get it." Killer Croc replied.

"Coccodrillo ancora più stupido." Pagliacci responded.

"If you can't say nothing nice-" Two-Face began.

"Ho visto cadaveri che sembrava migilore di te." Pagliacci replied.

"She said that she has seen corpses that looked better than you." Riddler told Two-Face.

"Arguto serpente." Pagliacci told Riddler.

"You may know my intellect, but that gives you no right to compare me to a snake." Riddler answered.

"Vanno all'inferno." Pagliacci retorted.

"You first." Riddler replied, smugly grinning.

"Zitto!" Pagliacci yelled.

"I don't speak Italian." Clayface bellowed.

"You want to help me, or not?" Pagliacci demanded.

"What's the compensation?" Two-Face asked.

"Several priceless gioie, revenge on the Pipistrello, and a chance to have a new name in Gotham's criminal scene." Pagliacci answered.

"We're all in, then." Clayface replied.

"Bene. Now, all we need is l'uomo di ghiaccio'sgun." Pagliacci responded.

"What'd she say about a gun?" Two-Face growled.

"The Iceman's gun." Pagliacci translated.

"Who's this Iceman?" Scarface mused.

"Mr. Freeze, you dummy!" Two-Face snarled back.

"A phrase which plays off two meanings of the word." Riddler announced.

"Basta con i giochi di parole!" Pagliacci groaned.

Two-Face idly flipped his coin. This was going to be interesting…

Elsewhere in the city, a fat slob known as Detective Harvey Bullock was thinking of donuts and how to keep Batman away from him. Nearby, Clayface and Mad Hatter spied on the pudgy policeman.

"Hatter to Pagliacci. How is it going with Freeze?" Mad Hatter radioed.

"Cappellaio, the man is tied up with steel chains. The pistole is with us." Pagliacci responded.

In another part of Gotham, Mr. Freeze was tied to some crates in a warehouse with steel chains.

"They got the jump on me, Nora." Mr. Freeze monotoned to no one in particular.

The next morning, the headlines screamed: "MR. FREEZE FOUND CHAINED TO CRATES, GUN MISSING."

"Master Bruce, are you sure that it wasn't that band of juvenile delinquents calling themselves the 3rd Street Jokers?" Alfred asked.

"They're not nearly skilled or organized enough to take on Freeze, Alfred. My guess is that it's Pagliacci." Batman answered.

"What makes you think that Paige Liccardi is behind this, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked.

"She's not as insane as Harley Quinn, and she might be trying to make a name for herself." Batman replied.

Meanwhile, Pagliacci finished drawing out her plan to steal the diamond.

"Bene. Il diamante sará presto sará mio." Pagliacci told herself.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." Pagliacci muttered.

There was Riddler, wearing his distinctive bowler hat, "domino" mask, and green pajamas with purple question marks all over them. Pagliacci stifled a laugh.

"Sei cosí stupido!" Pagliacci giggled.

"Yes, I know I look silly." Riddler admitted.

At their hideout, the assembled band of villains prepared for the heist that night...