| Joker is the king of Gotham City, with his roots of influence everywhere, from the most funereal and inhospitable to the most crowded and frequented in this city of mutants and fetid humans. And may God protect the soul that will be tortured and massacred from whoever commits the sin of disrespecting the queen, you. |

In a nightclub that only those with the most social status and influence in the country frequent, Sinful's Eyes is the perfect place for escorts, mobsters and murderers of all types, lunatics or not. You feel at home here, your husband, the Joker, is the owner of this nightclub, this city, the horrible souls of these people who drool at your feet in search of mercy. You're well-known enough to know that you shouldn't mess with the wife of the most powerful and crazy man.

While you dance and have fun with the neon lights surrounding you and the twinkling, warm atmosphere, the Joker is sitting next to a glass table adorned with diamonds, he holds a skull scepter in his hands, his henchmen surrounding him ready to any order. A French mobster approaches, sitting in the armchair in front of the joker, pop music in the background causing a break in the atmosphere, despite this, Mr. Louis is unable to look the joker in the eyes.

Joker: "Mister Louis, oh, what a beautiful presence it is to have you here with us. Did you bring the weapons, like I ordered? Or do I need to rip the guts out of one of your team members to make this work quickly?"

Louis: "No need for that, Mr. Joker. I just got distracted...you have an amazing slut by your side, by the way."

Louis points to you, who is dancing on the dance floor near the table. The world seems to stop, the boss of the French mafia seems to have just dug his own grave. Quick and practical, Joker plants a bullet in the middle of his head, laughing softly hoarsely. Chaos and blood everywhere, as always. The music stops at the sound of the bullet, screams fill the air as Joker's henchmen dispose of the body.