In a flash of green smoke, she appeared before their eyes. To those that were old enough to know, she heard the name she expected to hear leave their lips.
"Joker! It's Joker!"
"Wrong, ladies and gentlemen," her lips pulled wide, "Although, it is most definitely an honor."
Her skin was pale and her blonde locks short, just reaching her shoulders, a hint of just the right shade of green marking the ends of her hair. Her eyes were a light brown, dark from where she stood. The way her features fit her face, anyone would think she was a doll, if it weren't for the mask she wore. It was just the beginning of her game but she knew that, with just a glimpse of her face, they'd be able to try and pinpoint just who she was, although she highly doubted that they could do it. Not many knew just who she was, let alone where she came from.
"Gotham, I thought I'd properly introduce myself. You can call me Ace."
Her maniacal laughter filled the air as her henchman marched from the shadows to help her take over downtown Gotham.
She'd popped up here and there a few times before, but, as of late, she had a nemesis that she wanted to take down. She just wished bats-for-brains would leave her alone long enough to settle the score with her target. It was one thing to have actually committed a crime and have to pay the price for it but there was no way she was going to let someone get away with framing her. No matter the means, no matter the extremes she had to go to, she was going to settle the score and bring everyone in Gotham to their knees, namely those that had framed, charged, ruled against, and sentenced her. Every single person that sat back and let it all happen. All of them were going down.
They only had themselves to thank for bringing about the insanity that ran through her veins. What else was there to expect out of the daughter of Joker and Harley?
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