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J was sitting pensively, thinking of any plan or people that would shake up the city and start a new wave of crime that would return the old chaotic feeling back, the true state of Gotham. He had a list of papers he had “borrowed” from a police station many years ago. It had a list of every evildoer in the city and where they were. This wasn’t a small piece of handiwork either. It was piles on top of piles of paperwork, and, like mentioned beforehand, these “gentlemen” couldn’t be contacted in any way, shape or form. He sighed loudly while looking at the ceiling and slowly started moving his hazel-nut eyes into Harley’s general direction. She was bored out of her mind – an extroverted maniac not being able to release her pent up insanity is psychologically degrading. If he had to be honest, he didn’t know how he had handled her for so long. She is uncontrollable and unpredictable and, although he liked that, he was starting to see her true face after being stuck inside for so long. They could always go into hiding but she refused to, she didn’t want to give up her life of crime, she didn’t want to be normal again, or “boring”, as she’d say. He’d rather not think about that now, it’ll only make him even more anxious, knowing that the world wasn’t in the palm of his hands and all because of her, no less.

Harley was wildly swinging her comically large mallet from side to side. It had dried blood on both ends and it thirsted for more. Unfortunately, however, she couldn’t satisfy its quench. Her hair had regained milky blond color and her face was the same silky white as the day she was born. J’s accessories had also degraded over time, his suit was growing a duller shade of purple and his hair was growing brown again.

-          Jaaaaaaaaaay, I’m boooooooored, let’s do something fun!

-          I know, Q, I know. It’s just been very uh… hard this past couple of months, you see? – He said exhaled profusely and dropped his paper on his desk. – We can’t really do anything, if you uh… think about it. All of our former allies are gone and the bat’s been missing for a really long while now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had uh… died of old age at this point.

-          Oh, oh, I know! Let’s give those pesky billionaires a real handful, at least then we’d have more money to buy more things! Maybe even some associates? – She excitedly said, with a glimmer in her eye. That glimmer had been missing for a long time. Perhaps if he could maybe keep that tiny glint of hope in her she would come up with an actual plan in the meanwhile.

-          No, no, that’d be too easy. C’mon, Q, I know you’re better than that. – If he had to be honest he didn’t have much hope left, either. But you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.

-          Uhhh, how abooooout we go up north? I heard there were some odd looking fellows up in Philly!

-          Wait, really? – He said while his eyes grew wider, he was genuinely surprised. He had been searching through papers for days and he only heard about it now. He wondered what else she could be hiding from him, so he tried to push her a little further.

-          Oh, I’m sorry, I must’ve forgotten. – She giggled for a bit – They say that man with a weird looking beard is prophesizing that Bruce Wayne and Batman are the same person, but we know the truth, don’t we?

-          Wait, do you mean Hugo Strange? That guy’s uh… older than I am.

-          Yeah! That one! – She said, enthusiastically, while kicking her feet on the couch like an overexcited child – He wanted to come over and visit us, it was supposed to be a suprise! – She started twirling her hair and rolling her big eyes – Maybe he could help us? I don’t know…

-          He will, don’t worry. He’s, uh… a little old friend of mine.

-          He hasn’t said anything for a long time, though… Maybe we should pay him a visit!

-          Yeah, I’d love that. – He briefly paused while looking at his papers. Out of all the criminals, why did he escape in particular? He’d guess the reason for his survival was his normal appearance and job, even though he lost his mind trying to fulfill his vendetta.

-          C’mon J! We don’t have all day, get ready to rock!

She was finally happy again, after being at a standstill for so long. Her mallet gained new life as well. It was swinging recklessly, anticipating action weeks in advance. Being stuck at home does change people, unfortunately, for better or for worse. She went into the bathroom so she could ready herself up for tomorrow. After all, the makeup wasn’t going to put itself on. J also had to get some preparations ready. Before leaving, he had to gather up some goons who’d accept and follow his almost messianic reawakening. Hugo Strange was not a force to be reckoned with, even though their unpredictability was an advantage. So, knowing this, J thought he needed strength in numbers and, considering the state which things were in, these low-level scums would suffice.