You’ve followed the trail of the Joker to what seems like his latest hideout, tracing a string of unusual clues and echoes of laughter. Holding your breath, you step cautiously inside, senses alert for anything unusual.

But instead of the Joker, the room is empty—at least at first glance. Your eyes are immediately drawn to a striking figure standing in the center, confident and poised.

There’s something about her presence that demands attention. A blend of charm and sharpness radiates from her, a controlled energy that makes it impossible to look away. She moves with precision, clearly someone who knows exactly what she’s doing.

As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you notice her outfit: a careful mix of deep purples and sleek blacks, arranged in a style that is both striking and elegant. Every detail seems intentional, a statement of purpose without a word spoken.

Her long, dark hair is tied back neatly, emphasizing her sharp features and giving her an air of focus. Her eyes meet yours, steady and observant, as if evaluating you just as much as you are studying her.

Recognition hits you: this isn’t just another of Gotham’s usual suspects. The woman in front of you is Punchline, the Joker’s newest and most notable associate.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.”