A cool wind blew through the dark alleys as the large SUV turned down the narrow passage. Ahead of it, two bright pillars of light shone towards it as two men got out of the awaiting car. Gotham had never been a safe place and while men like the Batman had tried to change that, it seemed that the city was doomed to continuously allow crime to flourish within its streets. No matter how many gangs were broken up, nothing ever seemed to change. Gotham's underworld was a like a hydra and no matter how many heads you destroyed, more seemed to grow to take their places. 

Stepping out of the passenger's side of the larger vehicle, the well dressed man adjusted his trenchcoat as an associate climbed out of the back seat and opened an umbrella above his head, warding off the incoming rain as a light drizzle began to damper the dark night. Walking towards the men who had arrived ahead of them, the lead man pulled out a cigar, biting the tip off before promptly spitting it towards the ground as he tilted his head towards the associate holding his umbrella who extended a lighter, igniting the cigar as the man took a long drag. Exhaling a ring of smoke, the man finally spoke, his low voice rumbled like distant thunder as every word was punctuated by a thick Italian accent. 

"Do you have my weapons?" The man asked as the man standing beside the other car snapped his fingers causing his own associate to turn around and present a case. The locks opened with a loud snap echoing through the quiet alley. Turning the case towards the Italian, the man displayed the disassembled sniper rifle within. 

"For fifty million, we make sure every one of your gangs are armed with Spetsnaz grade weapons." The Russian said as the Italian motioned to his own men who opened a case containing top grade counterfeiting plates. 

"What about a trade?" The Italian said motioning towards the plates as the Russian's eyes lit up.

"OH! ME! ME!" A voice suddenly rang out through the alley as the cocking of weapons quickly followed, both the Italians and Russians searching for the source of the obnoxious voice. 

"I've got a shiny marble I'm willing to trade for those!" A man in a three pointed hat called out, his loud obnoxious garb resembling something that should have been worn by a jester or a Renaissance Fair attendee. The pitter-patter of a handful of marbles hitting the ground quickly followed by a hissing and a loud bang as clouds of laughing gas billowed into the hair. 

"Shoot him!" The Russian called stifling back a chuckle as he tucked his face into the nock of his elbow and bolted for his car. A yo-yo whipped through the air, wrapping around the nozzle of a gun as the man in the strange costume bounced towards the gunman before suddenly leaping over his head, spreading his legs as he sailed over. The yo-yo suddenly going taunt as the gunman's weapon was forcefully slammed into his face. 

"That had to hurt! Hate to be you tomorrow morning!" 

Following the wannabe hero with his weapon, a second gunman suddenly was suddenly met by a spring loaded fist into his face. 

"Oooh! Too slow! K.O. in one!" 

Cards sailed through the air, their faces adorned with the markings of 'The Fool' tarot card. The sharp edges bit into the Italian gunman, causing each man to began chuckling uncontrollable as the poison laced edges infected their blood stream. 

"Live a little boys! How about some laughs?"

Swinging around a large mallet, the Fool smashed the hood of the Russian's car as the latter tried to start the vehicle. The impact of the hammer activated the vehicle's airbags as they exploded forward launching the weapon case that was still in the man's hands into his forehead. The Russian suddenly slumped down in his seat, knocked out cold as the Fool turned his attention towards the Italian.

"Always watch out for hammers! You never know when one's just going to jump out in front of you." 

Unfortunately, the Fool hadn't work quick enough as the sound of squealing tires filled his ears. Suddenly the his laughter filled the alley way as the Italian pushed the metal to the floor harder only for four loud bangs to come from beneath the vehicle as the tires were destroyed by a field of jacks left ahead of time by the jester like man. Sparks flew every which direction as the bare rims scarped against the pavement and the Italian lost control of the vehicle, the wheels going every which direction as the chassis met a brick wall and the Italian too was rendered unconscious. Reaching into his utility satchel, the Fool pulled forth a can of silly string giving it a shake as he walked towards the ruined vehicle chuckling. 

"Hopefully you won't be too tied up for your arrest."