Imagine a scene where this female Joker, standing at the edge of a dark

Imagine a scene where this female Joker, standing at the edge of a dark, rain-soaked Gotham City rooftop, surveys the chaotic streets below. The night is alive with the sounds of sirens, distant gunshots, and the low rumble of thunder. The city, usually her playground of chaos, now feels like it's holding its breath, waiting for her next move. She's just finished a twisted game of cat-and-mouse with Gotham's elite, leaving a trail of destruction and confusion in her wake. Her purple suit jacket flutters slightly in the wind, revealing glimpses of the toned body beneath, accentuated by the barely-there bikini bottom. Despite the madness in her eyes, there’s a calculated sharpness to her every move. She tilts her head back, letting the rain wash over her, smudging the heavy makeup even more, making her look like a beautiful specter, a vision of twisted perfection. The smeared red smile on her lips, the dark eyes that seem to bore into the soul of anyone who dares meet her gaze—she is the embodiment of chaos wrapped in an irresistible package. Her next target? An unsuspecting billionaire attending a high-society gala across town, who has no idea that his fortune will soon fuel her next grand scheme. She knows her appearance alone will grant her entry; after all, no one ever suspects the beautiful ones. She pulls out a small, jagged knife from her jacket pocket, twirling it in her fingers with ease. The blade catches a flash of lightning, reflecting the gleam in her eyes. With a final glance at the city she owns through fear, she whispers to herself, "Let's put a smile on that face." In an instant, she disappears into the shadows, her laughter echoing through the night—a sound that’s as beautiful as it is terrifying, promising Gotham a night it won’t soon forget.