The Joker glanced at Pierrot, "The Batman won't find us. He never has before." He remarked. He stopped after many more turns into different alleys and parked the truck. He glanced at the row of buildings and looked specifically at the old, run-down, un-inhabited tavern. No one except him knew where it was. It had become his home.

Pierrot nodded again and jumped out of the car as the Joker stopped in the alley. She looked around her at the old, seemily abondomed house the Joker was looking at. She looked beside her at him and understood this was their destination.

"Alright..." she began after a few minutes. "Should I help you bringing the money inside then?"

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The Joker nodded once, "Yup." He smacked his lips together then kicked open the door of the abandoned home. He inhaled deeply, "Ahh..." He let out a laugh. "Home sweet home." He chuckled then slauntered over to an old couch and sat down on the furniture. He would let Pierrot take care of all of the 'bringing in the money' business.