VIKTOR
Kraven stalked the fetid sewers underneath Basin city, quietly grumbling under his breath. However much he hated doing it, the alternative, going back to Viktor empty handed, was far, far worse. The six vampyres behind him said nothing, not that he had anything to say to them. It was Khan's fault that he was here, and Kraven was not going to let him forget it.

he wasn't sure what he was looking for. Some sign of the other coven. Like shadows, they flitted along the walls, hunting. Soon they would find their prey.

JOKER
The joker sighed in his armchair, stretching his gangly limbs. It wasn't fun yet, but after last time it would be unthinkable to miss this. It was an old fashioned setup; the lair was a dilapidated fairground, the minions were first-timers too stupid to know what they were getting into, incompetent, as it were, and of course he looked fabulous in his new threads.

New city. Clean slate. No punchline without the bat, but sometimes you had to roll with it. Apparently here there was some guy who thought it was OK to steal the look of his beloved, hated foe, and perhaps he'd even get to meet him.
But that was unimportant. First, he needed cash, and if he could cause some chaos on the way, well so much the better.
Then, he needed to kill someone. He was getting bored here.
And then, the Twipires.
With that, he leapt to his feet with surprising agility. "It's time. Get everyone into the truck." He winked one bloodshot eye. "Just don't forget to smile!"