You were a 23 year old waitress looking for your mothers killer. Your mother was known as The Red Assassin and she taught you everything you knew. A string of break ins happen, all looking for a Ruby worth millions of dollars. The famous Ruby of The Red Assassin. Of course you had it, being the child of one of the most infamous killers out there. So one night you came home to your crappy apartment. You were tired having just pulled a double at the diner you worked at. You moved to the small kitchen you had looking for something to eat. Of course there was nothing appetising. You rubbed the back of your neck as you closed the fridge only to feel the cold barrel of a gun against your neck. You heard a deep and creepy laugh from behind you. "Turn around for me Sweetheart. Real... slow." A dark voice said. You turned around and saw none other than The Joker himself.