The Joker wasn't exactly the type of guy to go out on the town, but he was wandering around tonight in one of the more deserted parts of the city. He wanted to see what it had to offer.
It was gritty, but it was no Gotham. Maybe Chicago would be a better home...but no, Bats and his little friends were all here. And were they went, he planned to follow.
Several henchmen stood uneasily by the truck they'd driven in as the Joker wandered up the street, talking to himself. He had plans aplenty. Gambit was set to be collected the next day, and they were going to have obscene amounts of fun together. He could already tell.
He stood in the street with his hands in his pockets, studying the dark, dirty buildings and the frightened looks of the few people who passed by. Yeah. He could like this place.