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This was... definitely not her apartment.

The tall, slender woman had stepped out of the run-down warehouse along what should have been the docks of New York City. She stood in the doorway, staring blankly out at the broken concrete parking lot in front of her. There was no sea, no docks, no boats... nothing. Just.... a large empty parking lot that was beginning to sprout weeds through the cracks and craters scattered about it.

Gossamer blinked once, took one long look around her, then blinked again. ”What the hell...” she said slowly, stepping farther out of the doorway. Her black boots clacked against the concrete as she walked, and a sliver of gray material danced behind her. Once she was far enough into the parking lot, and positive that she wasn't dreaming, she looked around her again. She was also positive now that she had NO idea where she was at. These weren't her buildings, she didn't recognize these buildings, she didn't even recognize the skyline.

Pursing her lips together, she scowled and turned around to look at the building she had just walked out of. Surprisingly enough... it WAS her building. The harbor was just... gone. Completely. Which was still making absolutely no sense to her what-so-ever. All she had done was rob another bank or two last night, then she headed back here, hid her money, and went to bed. She did NOT preform any spells that she could have messed up. She didn't... she didn't do anything for... whatever this was to happen.

Scowling again, her dark blue eyes traveled back towards the skyline around her. She brushed a few strands of her black hair out of her face, then placed her hand on her gun holster. Still there. Should still be loaded since she never used it last nigh. With a small sigh, she glanced down at her outfit. She'd just gone to bed in her outfit from last night. Tight black pants, boots, her favorite little straight jacket that was torn, tattered, bloodied, and needed the black leather corset top to hold it up. She was fully dressed... but she really needed to think about getting herself a new “look”. Any more fights and the corset would be the only bit of material serving as her top.

She made a bit of a face at the ripped up jacket, then looked down towards the street. It looked as though she were just in the abandoned part of town... there were more lights and activity going on up the street. With another little sigh, she held her hand up towards the door she had exited from. The handle began to glow, and the door slowly slid shut on it's own, and locked up tight.

Gossamer then straightened herself out, then began walking down the street to see if she could figure out where she was. Perhaps do a little shopping. Make a few 'friends'.

..........Gossamer didn't make it very far down the street before she was stopped by a voice coming from the alley directly beside her. The dark haired witch snapped her head towards the dark entrance, and her fingers instinctively moved to the handle of the gun strapped to her thigh. She kept her gaze fixed on the bodiless voice and only relaxed when the man finally came into view under the street light. Relaxed as in she wasn't going to shoot him anyway. The man's physical appearance was... not something Gossamer was used to seeing. The oddest getup she had ever seen were just costumes some of the villains had made themselves. This... the green hair and the face and... Honestly. What was a guy doing down in these kinds of alleys dressed up like THAT?

..........Gossamer let her eyes drift over the stranger's figure, her expression shifting into a mix of puzzlement and sarcasm. She wasn't from Gotham, so she didn't know that this man should be taken more seriously. When he spoke again, her eyes flickered back up to his face. Her expression became fully curious when he mentioned that he had a gang. "Gang?" she asked. Her tone making it quite clear that she didn't quite believe that he had his own gang. "Yeah... sorry, I'm not from around here. I don't tend to do well in groups anyway. I've been told I don't play well with others."

.......... Gossamer paused for a moment, then took her hand off of her gun. She crossed her arms under her bosom, and shifted her weight onto one leg. "Actually... you probably do." she replied. "When I said I'm not from around here, I meant I'm really not from around here." Then she brushed a few strands of dark hair from her face and smiled slightly. Still... he did compliment her. As... weird as that sounded coming from someone dressed up like him.

"I'm Gossamer...assassin and spell caster for hire. I usually hang around New York City. Not quite sure how I got here though. Wherever... "here" is. I'm assuming I spelled in my sleep or something."

.......... "Bat-freak?" Gossamer asked. "You'll have to forgive me. The... rock... I've lived under never mentioned anything about Gotham." she said, then grinned slightly and uncurled one of her hands from her arm.

She held out her hand, and a green flame burst from the palm of her hand and hovered in the air for a moment. Then she curled her fingers together tightly, and the flame turned into a small cloud of black smoke. It rolled into the air, then took the shape of a skull before vanishing.

"And yes... I do "real" magic." she said with a smile.

.........."Parlor tricks like cards?" Gossamer asked. She didn't mind him walking closer to her. He seemed honestly interested in her use of magic, so she doubted he was going to do anything to harm her. And if he did... well that would be quite a mistake on his part. "Slight of hand... something hidden up your sleeve? Something like that?" she continued. Then she thought for a moment, and smiled, drawing her hand back to fold her arms again.

She might be able to use this to her advantage. The man seemed to have an interest in her services, and he seemed to know all about this place. She certainly wasn't going to get very much information wandering the streets dressed like this.

.... still though. She worked for insanely rich business men. Not... clowns.

..........Gossamer blinked when the man replied at first. She was just being sarcastic about the whole card thing. She waited for him to explain what he meant by card tricks, and quickly turned her attention towards the other man as he approached them. Her eyes flickered over his figure, but trained themselves on the gun in his hand. She only let her gaze slip from the man when Joker called him over to help him, relaxing slightly knowing that she wasn't going to be shot at. Not... yet anyway.

Her eyes then lowered onto the cards he had held out for her. She looked at them a moment, then smiled a bit. What the heck... she was curious.

She again unhooked one hand from her crossed arms. She raised it towards the cards, but instead of grabbing one, she pointed her finger at them. One card began to glow, and was gently slid out from the rest of the pack. It hovered it's way towards her and stopped in front of her. "Paper cuts aren't really a problem for me." she replied with a small smirk.

..."Mmm-hm." Gossamer replied with a small smile. "Simple enough. I assume you'll want it back into the deck of cards?" she asked. She was still fairly interested in seeing what the clown had planned. So far it seemed like the set up to a rather common card trick. Granted, most people couldn't preform it correctly, but she didn't understand how this was supposed to compare to her gifts in magic.

She glanced at Thaddeus momentarily, but kept her prime focus on the Joker.