And sometimes life is a party
Work had been boring lately. Too many unhappy spouses or just very paranoid people for her tastes. It was going to drive her nuts if she didn't get a change of pace. Which was why when a new client came to her wanting help but not being sure who to go to she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She liked knowing that people trusted her and found herself agreeing to help out.

She found herself waving the fee too. It seemed that there was a local problem. Some members o the Jokerz had been destroying store fronts in a part of Gotham that brushed up against Crime Alley. That wasn't good because the cops were always a bit slower to respond.

She decided she was going to do something about it. She dressed warmly and cloaked herself in darker clothing as she prowled the area trying to blend in as she waited. It was chilly out tonight and found herself wishing she had a thermos of coffee or something.

Hell if she had brought her car closer she could have stored her cross bow in it instead of having the collapsible one in her coat. She didn't like the weight of it really. Oh well looked like she'd just have to make do.