[hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Edwina Fairfax[/color] & [color=#33ff33]The Joker[/color][/h1][img]https://s10.postimg.org/klhkbw2ah/eddie_and_mr_j.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]
Location: Gotham ---> The Joker's Hideout 
Interacting With: [@Din] Nyt, Cheetah Woman[/center][hr][hr]The Joker waved his hand dismissively at Barbara. [color=33ff33]"These [i]children[/i], no matters! Rather than calling them millennials, we should call them millenni[i]fails[/i]!"[/color] Cackling wildly at his own joke, the Joker stared expectantly at the driver, until the poor man began to chuckle and clap along as well. A silly grin plastered on his disfigured face, the Joker tilted his head at Nyt, moving his fingers in air as if playing a piano. [color=33ff33]"Eenee meenee miney mo, what powers do you have to show?"[/color]

Edwina rolled her eyes, groaning a bit at him. His jokes hadn't improved at all over the years, worsening along with the quality of his teeth. [color=99ccff]"For the Joker, you're really bad at telling jokes,"[/color] Edwina groaned. The Joker's smile curled into a frown, as his hands clenched. 

Fortunately, however, the car stopped. They had arrived at their destination. A disused party supply factory, shut down and boarded up. It was perhaps a bit obvious of a location, but it evidently worked, as the Joker had used it as a hideout for ages. He practically dashed inside. Once in, the newcomers would notice the place was in tatters. Old plans, rotting food, and dirty clothes covered the floor. Two snarling dogs, the size of small lions, fought over something that seemed vaguely human in the corner. 

[color=33ff33]"Welcome to my not so humble abode!"[/color] the Joker exclaimed, bowing slightly. [color=33ff33]"You'll fine your one of a kind Joker approved costumes in the room to the right! See you in ten for the big show!"[/color]