Selina slapped the zipper down the Joker's back and unzipped it revealing a Chihuahua with the markings of a hyena. Suddenly it all made sense to Selina. There was never a master plan, just absolute madness. Something about the little
monster just didn't sit right with her. If this had been the Joker, then it was going to piss acid like an alien of turn into a giant monster on a quarter moon or something. Selina slapped the zipper on the Chihuahua and made what she thought the Joker should
have been.
"Hay, whoa," the confused man said, "That must have been a hell of an after show party lady. What do I owe ya? Martian Joshua in case we didn't meet before."
"Nothing, I just found you here while I was trying to clean out a rat problem," Selina ignored the sexual tone of the now normal comedian.
"My agent's here?" he shot back without thinking.
Selina regarded the man, he sounded a bit like Rodney Dangerfield, but looked like Jim Carry.
"You better get going," Selina said with a smile, "Im sure an audience is waiting, besides, after I get done here I have to go see about some bats..."
"Hay, no problem!" he looked around, "Where is the door?"