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I’m gonna plant some bombs around Gotham to attract the Batman’s attention.

Two can play that game. Come and get me without my guys blowing your pointy head off, Bats. I gotta thank Blubberpot for these military weapons, goggles, heart beat monitors.

Then I’ll shooting this room if you’re here. Probably hit one of my guys if they failed me. Might do it anyway. Sounds fun.

Ooh magic trick! Make me disappear next! A crazy man in a Halloween costume is chasing me now.

//Emily, my favorite Tim Burton character 😭

Aww…that hurts. At least they had a good laugh causing trouble in Gotham.

He’s okay with her honesty. What he likes about her is that she never disappoint. He’s not fond of people failing or trying to double cross him. That’s why he’s keeping tabs on his crew. Keeps things interesting.

That’s sweet of her saying that but he’s not a good man. Not anymore…it’s too late for him to be redeemed.

He’ll be happy with his face on the dollar bill. He’ll be happy when the Batman fail to save Gotham and I will win. I always win!

“Aww come on, Cat, it’s just a little gas bomb. My greatest formula that will make you laugh.” Joker chuckled as he pointed at the people at the mobster’s restaurant who has been exposed to his poison gas. “I’m just curious to see how many nine lives you have left.”

Where’s Batman?!

I’m staring at Eddie. Not you, Cat.

Shoots the reader in the shoulder and laugh about it. “Oops!”

You’re so sweet, toots. We need all the help we could get to take that goddamn lunatic in a Halloween costume.