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[h2][color=#FE2160]Nyt Årud[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location[/u][/b]: Gotham, New Jersey.
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [color=99ccff]Edwina[/color] & [color=33ff33]The Joker[/color]- [@Morose] and [color=yellow]Barbara Minerva//Cheetah[/color].
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	Nyt blinked along with Edwina upon meeting the Joker, her expectations of him exactly what she thought it would be: a show.  She offered a bit of a smile when he motioned for her and the Cheetah to follow in suit, the entire gang getting into a beautifully violet car that was soothing to the eyes; rich in colour and sparkling under the sun obscured by the gloomy weather of Gotham.  He was right about one thing; it even [i]smelled[/i] rotten and any appetite she had quickly diminished when they all sat in the back of the car.  Making sure to study the goons for any sudden movement, she tried to act casual and kept her mouth shut while the other two women spoke.
	Barbara knew exactly what to expect from him and grinned at his show; she figured eventually the two would click up and maybe talk about some bad-guy stuff if he was up for it.  With Edwina confirming the fact that they should always watch their back when they’re around him, she eased into the seat far more comfortably than the nervous niece or anxious alien.  [color=33ff33]"So, Edwina dear didn't tell me what this was about,"[/color] the Joker started, grabbing a bottle that [i]looked[/i] like champagne but both Nyt and Barbara instinctively seized up, expecting it to be a stuffed snake that would pop out. [color=33ff33]"Are you here to be my friends?"[/color]
	“[color=yellow]I’ll be your friend if you’ll be my friend.  And my friends are the essence of cool cats[/color]” Barbara said with a wide grin, ready to grab anything that came out of the bottle: her feline instincts were kicking in and she eyed both the Joker and the bottle like prey.