Imagine the scene where this female version of the Joker stands on the edge of

Imagine the scene where this female version of the Joker stands on the edge of a dark, rain-soaked mountain, She is sad because her love has passed away, overlooking the distant lights of the city below. Above her head, a massive full moon shines brightly, casting a silver glow on her face that highlights the madness in her eyes. The cold wind rustles through the trees, causing her purple jacket to flutter slightly, revealing glimpses of the toned body underneath, with the barely-there bikini bottom barely visible. She has just left her mark in a twisted game of cat and mouse with the city's elite, leaving a trail of destruction and confusion in her wake. Despite the storm around her, there is a calculated calm in her every move. She tilts her head back, letting the rain wash over her face, further smudging the heavy makeup, turning her into a spectral vision, a twisted perfection wrapped in chaos. The moon above feels as vast as the love she harbors, a love as overwhelming as her desire for chaos. With a manic smile and dark eyes that seem to pierce the soul of anyone daring enough to face them, she pulls out a small, sharp knife from her jacket pocket, twirling it deftly between her fingers. The blade catches the moonlight, reflecting the insane gleam in her eyes. With one final glance at the distant city, she whispers to herself, "Let's put a smile on that face." And with that, she vanishes into the shadows, her laughter echoing through the mountain—a sound as beautiful as it is terrifying, promising a night that no one will soon forget. sad very sad,