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@badclown​ SENT...

"Y'know EDDIE, it's sad, but ya MIGHT BE the only constant around here-- besides THE BAT."

evil women>evil men.

It appeared that it was a special night in Gotham with an event happening at Feste. Joanne would normally not involve herself with such things, however, the lure of curiosity was rather overpowering and she didn’t have much else to tend to that evening. The patients were responding well, this was during their recuperation period. She had planned to initiate sleep deprivation but that could easily be pushed to another day. 

She had carefully slipped into a reasonably simple mod con dress and draped her light wool coat over her shoulders. It was one of those evenings. She was well aware that her dress would not be consistent with the outfits of some of the other attendee’s that night but she was not out to ‘club’. It was a mission of curiosity as Feste held some of the most intriguing events in the city and Joanne was not the type for drinking copious amounts of alcohol and dancing. If she spotted a few stragglers that could act as replacement patients then she would consider that a bonus. It was very easy to get lost on a night out in Gotham. The city swallowed the people as though it were some hungry monster that demanded a sacrificial alter. 

With a syringe for emergencies secreted on her person and a mace can filled with her fear toxin, she had made her way through the city, treading a path that was reasonably familiar as she headed to the Joker’s club. She would not readily admit to it but Joanne somewhat appreciated the Joker and her presence. The city was dominated by men and both Joanne and the Joker were helping to slowly change that by virtue of their presence alone. 

It didn’t take all that long before Joanne arrived at Feste, slipping in without much of a fuss. Having attended previous events, she had a rough idea of what she was potentially getting herself in for. If anyone out with the club had asked her, she would be loathe to admit that the attractions on offer at Feste were somewhat intriguing from a behaviourist point of view. Some of the shows had even aroused her from a more physical standpoint such was the quality. It was far better than other clubs in the city, proof that it’s owner was skilled at investing in and running multiple ‘projects’. 

When she was inside the club, she made a beeline for the bar, ordering herself a basic cocktail. It was more of a placeholder than anything else but she knew she would enjoy it and it was far easier to pass with alcohol in the hand than any soft drink.