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âOh did you? Girlsâ night?â He raised a brow, beginning to get a little bit fidgety. Joker had trouble with long, drawn-out conversations when he wasnât the one doing the talking. He wanted to know the details to the game so he could start rewriting the rules to suit him.Â
Joker liked that. All business and then she went away. He won and that was that. âSounds good to me. Are you going to play along or is this really a favor you need and in return I get stuff? If so, Iâm happy to help out. All I need is a big, fat please.â Giving a bright grin, he raised a brow.
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âSomething like that.â Sure theyâd ended up drinking and talking about things that sheâd never planned on divulging, but theyâd also gotten into a fight with police and there may have been some murder. Honestly, if that was what these people considered a girls night, she was concerned.
âA little of both, I suppose,â she said, clearing her throat, âYou gain more of the city and I donât have to worry about the mafia breaking down my door.â she huffed, of all things to ask. But then she guessed it could be a lot worse, âOkay... Will you attack the mafia in Gotham and let me take my technology they stole, please.â Â

















