Moving Back Home...
Okay, so I made it back from the land of tea and crumpets before they caught on to my little tricks. Bonus points for me, the stupid Yardies still missed a few! Hey, any country with a dessert the name of Spotted Dick just ain't right in the head, and I should know. I am a psychiatrist, after all. ~giggles~
Got back to good ol' Gotham and despite the sudden rain of Ping Pong balls, (That was the weirdest thing I've ever seen!!), I managed to find me a pretty darn good hideout, if I do say so myself, which I do. I figure ol' Pointy Ears has all the choice real estate staked out. You know, places like old toy factories, closed up candy companies. That sort of thing. Despite what some people might think, I'm not that stupid. The blond part is Miss Clairol, after all.
Still, as a kid I was a class clown. And the county is always closing down the schools in the poorer suburbs of Gotham and shipping the poor kiddies to the city in buses. I managed to find me a nice place, an old junior high close to town but not in it and it has an auditorium with a stage and room for the Babies to run and everything. A little paint, some curtains, a few traps and explosives, and viola! I'll be ready to entertain guests!
Now, I just gotta sit down and figure out how to get back with Mister J. Word on the grapevine is he's in some maximum security prison somewhere. It kinda makes a girl feel better in a way. I mean, here I thought he just wasn't comin' after me to drag me home 'cause he was mad and all, so it feels better to know he's been locked up.
Still, he's gonna be mighty mad at me, so I figure I'd better start working on getting back in his good graces now.
Plus it was kind of a shock that when I got outta the States; not many people had heard of me. I mean, everybody knows Mister J. Well, unless they're brain dead or crazier than I am. But until I started pulling stuff and putting my name on the crimes, no one knew me!! ME! Here in Gotham they once called me and Red the Queens of Crime and I get across the ocean and I get bupkis!
So, I need to get my name up in lights, and get back in good with my Puddin'. I figure the only way to do that is to out joke the Joker himself!
Look out, Gotham, 'cause this Harley is new and improved!
Got back to good ol' Gotham and despite the sudden rain of Ping Pong balls, (That was the weirdest thing I've ever seen!!), I managed to find me a pretty darn good hideout, if I do say so myself, which I do. I figure ol' Pointy Ears has all the choice real estate staked out. You know, places like old toy factories, closed up candy companies. That sort of thing. Despite what some people might think, I'm not that stupid. The blond part is Miss Clairol, after all.
Still, as a kid I was a class clown. And the county is always closing down the schools in the poorer suburbs of Gotham and shipping the poor kiddies to the city in buses. I managed to find me a nice place, an old junior high close to town but not in it and it has an auditorium with a stage and room for the Babies to run and everything. A little paint, some curtains, a few traps and explosives, and viola! I'll be ready to entertain guests!
Now, I just gotta sit down and figure out how to get back with Mister J. Word on the grapevine is he's in some maximum security prison somewhere. It kinda makes a girl feel better in a way. I mean, here I thought he just wasn't comin' after me to drag me home 'cause he was mad and all, so it feels better to know he's been locked up.
Still, he's gonna be mighty mad at me, so I figure I'd better start working on getting back in his good graces now.
Plus it was kind of a shock that when I got outta the States; not many people had heard of me. I mean, everybody knows Mister J. Well, unless they're brain dead or crazier than I am. But until I started pulling stuff and putting my name on the crimes, no one knew me!! ME! Here in Gotham they once called me and Red the Queens of Crime and I get across the ocean and I get bupkis!
So, I need to get my name up in lights, and get back in good with my Puddin'. I figure the only way to do that is to out joke the Joker himself!
Look out, Gotham, 'cause this Harley is new and improved!