The Universe's Mixer

Lex Luthor wasn't used to doing his own laundry. He wasn't used to doing a lot of things on his own. Oh, he could do his laundry, he just...wasn't used to it. Thankfully a dry cleaners was just down the street from his apartment. The same apartment that this City had provided for him with furniture and decor and suits in the closet. The past weeks had almost been a blur, but in a way it was almost refreshing. No responsibilities. None at all. All he had to do was wander around, getting acclimated with the City, finding his way.

He hooked the hanger over his shoulder, making his way down the street, not really in a hurry. Honestly, he had no where to be. No pressing meeting or corporate take over. It was nice. Nice was an understatement. Lex Luthor, President of the United States, was picking up his own dry cleaning. And he was in a good mood.

Catwoman went from rooftop to rooftop for as long as she possibly could.

She knew that she could get into trouble confronting The Joker.

She knew that he was dangerous, loved chaos and that she was a fool to go alone.

But dying made her realize that she wanted to talk to the man that had killed her daughter from another life.

She headed to the asylum, silently stalking her prey.

And then, far too soon, she was there. At the doors of the asylum. She took a deep breath. She had this planned. It was simple really, she was going to go through the front door.

That plan made her cringe. But she wasn't sure what else she could do. She had tired to watch the place, but not a lot seemed to happen. And to be honest, she'd gotten impatient.

So, she took her first step into a world that she wasn't comfortable with. But she wanted to know.