I parked my caddy just outside the Pits. There was still a good, solid sheet of snow on the ground but I could tell that it was gonna be melting in the next few days once it began to heat up. The place wasn't as dark as I thought it'd be. With the moonlight reflecting off the snow, it actually made the dinosaur statues seem creepier. I signaled for Batman just in case. Something in my gut told me things weren't right.

I made my way to the old stands and tourist information booths which were run down but still standing. When this amusement park took a dive, no one ever bothered to tear all that old crap down. The place turned into sort of a ghost town that way. I came to the theater where they would show movies and stuff. The doors had a chain and lock on them which wasn't surprising. The thing was: the lock was a shiny, new lock. Obviously, someone was currently using the place and didn't want anyone to get nosey. I decided to be nosey anyway and snuck around the back, hoping to see something in the window. When I came to the rear, there was the faint glow of flashlights inside. It was enough to convince me to finally take off. It was enough of a lead to satisfy Batman.

"How's it going?," I heard a woman's voice behind me. She had bright red hair and a leopard jumpsuit. There was a metal staff in her hands, which extended into a long pole with twin blades on either side. I began to pull my piece but she knocked it out of my palm and gave me a kick to the side of the head. I was out. I have no idea how long but I started to wake up when I felt the warmth of being inside and the sensation of a hard wood floor underneath me.

"Did you make sure no one else was with him, Mariah?," I heard a voice ask as I began to come to.

"Nah, he was alone," the red-headed chick must've been Mariah, "Hurry up, guys. We don't have all night."

I opened my eyes a little but made sure not to reveal that I was awake. I was up on the theater's stage where some guys were setting up a camera and some lights. Mariah stood in front of them, tapping her heels. Beside her was a thin man with messy hair and stubble. He removed his coat, revealing a bare chest with apparently self-inflicted scars all over his back, chest, and arms as if he had been counting something (victims, probably). He turned and made his way to me, pulling a large knife.

"Are the cameras, ready?," he asked.

"All set, Mr. Zsasz."

I decided to stop playing possum and sprang to my feet. This Zsasz guy was pretty quick but I managed to catch his wrists before he stabbed me. "Don't step in guys," I could hear Mariah telling the crew, "This will be great for the cameras: a nice little fight before the kill. The Colonel will be happy." I twisted the knife away from him but he hit me in the jaw. My gun had obviously been taken from me but I didn't need it to deal with him. I spun around and planted my heel in Zsasz's face, knocking him onto his back. Mariah sighed and began to walk towards me to deal with me herself. I was a dead man.

At this point, Batman dropped down from... who knows where. For a second, everyone froze. "This film will make a shitload of money," Mariah said with a smile as she turned toward Batman. She flipped into the air, spinning that blade of hers. Meanwhile, Zsasz grabbed me from behind. Seemed like he was going for my throat. I held onto his wrist and rolled along the ground. I got a good cut on my shoulder from it but it made Zsasz let go. I sat up, making sure the psycho was pinned. Then I noticed that Bats had caught Mariah's staff. He got her with an uppercut. Knocked her completely off the stage. I got too wrapped up in their fight, though. Zsasz kicked me off of him and went for the knife, "Don't delay the inevitable. I am already thinking about where I will place you on my skin." I landed on top of him, bringing my heel against the back of his head and he was finally out.

The camera crew finally managed to get enough courage to pull their guns. Batman threw some kind of boomerangs, knocking their guns out of their hands. I went in, kicking one of them in the face, breaking his nose. Batman tackled the biggest one and took him out with a hard-as-hell punch. I elbowed the last one in the neck when he tried to make a break for his gun. While he was stunned, I hit him again and knocked him out cold. It ended up scrapping my knuckles a little. I hate that.

"You weren't supposed to engage anyone," Batman started snarling at me immediately.

"I didn't have much of a choice," I snapped back. I hated talking to him like that after he saved my life but he really pissed me off.

"I thought that you would be competent enough to avoid being captured!"

"Normally, I am."

"Do you realize what would've happened if I hadn't shown up?"

"I would've become a snuff film star. Not the best way to go."

"At least I have one of them. That's all that matters right now," Bats pulled Zsasz onto his feet, shaking him awake, "What's going on here, Victor?"

"The film industry is big in Sin City, but most of them feature amateurs," he cackled, "A lot of interested parties wanted a film that showed the work of a true professional, especially one from Gotham. I simply care about showing people the true meaning of life, but if they want to turn it into an art form, so be it."

"Do you know anything about the Joker?"

"No, but it'll be interesting to see how he performs in this city, don't you think?"

Batman had apparently heard enough. He head butted the guy, knocking him out again. "So you have what you wanted," I told him, "I'm out." Without saying a word, Bats dumped the rest of the cash on the stage. I took it and left. I was really acting like a jerk. I got too caught up in the excitement. A day later, I read the news. Batman somehow had connections and Zsasz was transported back to Gotham. The rest were arrested. No mention of Mariah. She probably got away. According to the paper, there were still several Gothamites in town, including the Joker. I just hope I don't see any of them again. I have enough crap to deal with.