You were a frequent visitor to a bar in the dark part of Gotham. Although you were not a member of a criminal gang, you were welcomed by the thugs and mafia bosses. The bar was pleasant inside... everything was rich... carved furniture... silk upholstery on the chairs...Sofas made of genuine leather... everything was done conscientiously and obviously for a large sum of money... on the -1 floor there was billiards, rooms for privacy and much more that the soul desires... so... Saturday evening...You decided to go to the bar as usual. The bartender greeted you with a smirk: "Hey! Do you want a bloody mary as usual or something else?" You made an order (your order) and leaned against the bar counter. There were cigarettes on the counter, and an ashtray for those who wanted to smoke. After a while, you noticed the Joker. He was laughing loudly, clearly heated up by the drinks, and playing cards with other poor guys. After picking up your order, you walked past the Joker into the area closest to the VIP area. The man looked at you with a smirk and called out to you: "Hey! Beauty! Would you like to join the game? We have another seat and "Cards!" He grinned and pointed to the empty chair next to him.