Layla needed to do something quick, she was through with being homeless, couldn't stand being starving anymore. There was only one person she could think of to help her. The Joker.
Two years ago when her father was alive, his bar was a common hang out for the Joker and his crew. She remembered seeing them in the bar all the time. She figured now would be an appropriate time to talk to him considering she had finally saved enough money to buy herself a costume and some minor weapons.
She hoped he would have at least a little memory of her. Considering it has been two years and everyone assumed she died a week or two after her fathers death. Nevertheless she still hoped he remembered her, if not it could be her head. Plus, no one really wants to spend the holidays alone...
She approached the fun house with caution, figuring it's where he would be. She walked in getting more nervous with herself, her eyes turning white as she looked around holding specially made titanium pencils with blades as the tips in her hands carefully.