Imagine the female Joker standing on the same rain-soaked Gotham City rooftop

Imagine the female Joker standing on the same rain-soaked Gotham City rooftop, but now she's holding a sleek, black electric guitar. The city below is still chaotic, but her focus is entirely on the instrument in her hands. The guitar, customized to match her iconic look, has deep purple accents and jagged edges, as if it were designed for destruction as much as music. She strikes a power chord, the sound ripping through the night like a sonic blast, echoing across the city. The notes are distorted, chaotic, yet strangely hypnotic, much like her own persona. The heavy makeup on her face, smeared and wild, contrasts sharply with her intense concentration as she plays, her fingers dancing over the strings with expert precision. The purple suit jacket flares out as she moves, revealing the toned, seductive figure beneath, clad in the barely-there purple bikini bottom. Her hair, wild and green, whips around her face as she headbangs to the rhythm she’s creating—an anthem of chaos and rebellion that could bring the city to its knees. With each chord, her twisted smile grows wider, the smeared red lipstick stretching across her face in a terrifying grin. She’s not just playing music; she’s conducting her symphony of destruction. The guitar wails and screeches, a reflection of her inner madness, as sparks fly from the strings, igniting the atmosphere around her. Gotham, in a twisted trance, listens to the insane beauty on the rooftop, her music a prelude to whatever dark, chaotic plan she has in store. And as the final note hangs in the air, she raises the guitar high above her head, a symbol of her dominance, before smashing it down onto the rooftop with a ferocious laugh, the shards of the instrument scattering like her shattered sanity. In that moment, she’s not just the Joker—she’s the rock star of Gotham’s nightmares, playing a tune that no one will ever forget.