He sat on the couch, his legs spread and arms resting on his thighs. Joker murmured to himself in the candlelit living room as he went over his next big plan for Gotham. He sifted through the notes on the coffee table, comparing them to the floor plans sprawled out too.

“And then we make our way here….I’ll…What’s-his-face will…”

His makeup was smudged and smeared and Joker ran a hand over his face. Joker then pulled his burner phone out and typed a message to thugs. His gravely voice, low and serious ended his focused rant.

“Be prepared for some… uh, guests.”