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[h2][color=#FE2160]Nyt Årud[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location[/u][/b]: The Joker’s Hideout, Gotham, New Jersey.
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [color=99ccff]Edwina[/color] & [color=33ff33]The Joker[/color]- [@Morose] and [color=yellow]Barbara Minerva//Cheetah[/color].
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	Barbara began to smile slyly, her eyes twinkling at the memories of tangling with the beloved Batman in her younger days.  He hated it whenever she picked on Wonder Woman, the two being natural archenemies, but he always sort of slapped her on the wrist and threw her in jail.  Although she would later escape and come back after the elusive Wonder Woman, the Bat never really hurt her.  Not to mention the time they kissed, but that was another memory altogether.  “[color=yellow]What can I say? He likes strong women. Not sure why he was all into Diana, though,[/color]” she said, scowling but then regaining her composure when the trio made their way back to the Joker.
	 When the dogs encircled the women, Nyt bared her teeth at them and watched them whimper as the Joker commanded them to lay down.  Even if the dogs attempted to harm them, they were one frequency away from pain thanks to her; for now, everyone was pretty much getting along and Nyt intended to keep it that way.  “[color=FE2160]We’ll send Babs here to deal with the Bat, since she has more of a chance of slipping through his fingers than us,[/color]” suggested Nyt, looking over at the relatives Fairfax for approval.
	“[color=FE2160]I have insanely great hearing, so if the lock is the typical combination type, it’ll be a piece of cake.[/color]”