If she could find an immigrant and a Proxy in the vast wasteland back home, then she could find a crazed clown's hideaway.
She knew he had various boltholes in the city. Hell, she'd found one. It shouldn't be so hard to find another, even if it took her days. And it did, unfortunately, as she put her tracking skills to good use. Joker hadn't been around the city in nearly half a week and any sort of 'trail' he might left of bodies, joke traps, or crimes. She had to look in his older haunts, in the places he might go to get away from people.
Whatever had happened, it had caused more damage than anything else that had happened to him in Siren's Port. And that was a problem.
As the sun began to dip behind the buildings, leaving her about an hour left of sunlight, she knew she had to find him soon or turn in. And as she continued through the industrial sector, checking one final building, she finally heard him scream. She made her way up the stairs and into the upper halls, following the sound until she found a half-opened door. With her hand on her shotgun, she peered inside...and found him alone, his hands bleeding. She slowly wandered into the room, watching him warily. "Joker."
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She knew he had various boltholes in the city. Hell, she'd found one. It shouldn't be so hard to find another, even if it took her days. And it did, unfortunately, as she put her tracking skills to good use. Joker hadn't been around the city in nearly half a week and any sort of 'trail' he might left of bodies, joke traps, or crimes. She had to look in his older haunts, in the places he might go to get away from people.
Whatever had happened, it had caused more damage than anything else that had happened to him in Siren's Port. And that was a problem.
As the sun began to dip behind the buildings, leaving her about an hour left of sunlight, she knew she had to find him soon or turn in. And as she continued through the industrial sector, checking one final building, she finally heard him scream. She made her way up the stairs and into the upper halls, following the sound until she found a half-opened door. With her hand on her shotgun, she peered inside...and found him alone, his hands bleeding. She slowly wandered into the room, watching him warily. "Joker."