ChaseMePleez
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Jacqueline Napier a.k.a. The Joker sat on a small perch hidden from view, waiting for her favorite caped crusader to take the bait. It had been 48 hours since her men had kidnapped Gordon, taking him to a ware house in the outer district. The plan was specifically designed to lure Battikins into a trap.
Since her arrival in Gotham, the Spandex clad superhero had given her naughty dreams that she just had to indulge in. It was quite unfortunate that Batty didn’t appear to approve of her hobby of robbing banks. How else would a girl get all those nifty toys?
Her blonde hair was slicked back and died a bright green, her purple dress suit was colorful against the bleak night. Her signature make-up graced her face. For now she watched through a pair of purple binoculars for her hero. The remote triggered, indicating that the trap had been sprung.
Sauntering inside the building through the window, Joker cackled. Batty was strapped down and in a very vulnerable position. “Just how I like my heroes, dark and trussed up.”
Since her arrival in Gotham, the Spandex clad superhero had given her naughty dreams that she just had to indulge in. It was quite unfortunate that Batty didn’t appear to approve of her hobby of robbing banks. How else would a girl get all those nifty toys?
Her blonde hair was slicked back and died a bright green, her purple dress suit was colorful against the bleak night. Her signature make-up graced her face. For now she watched through a pair of purple binoculars for her hero. The remote triggered, indicating that the trap had been sprung.
Sauntering inside the building through the window, Joker cackled. Batty was strapped down and in a very vulnerable position. “Just how I like my heroes, dark and trussed up.”