The knock on the door was surprising to Lisa - she hadn't expected company. Her stomach turned as she moved from the kitchen, over to the door which she began unbolting. There were two distinct possibilities: the police, coming to tell her that they'd arrested Jackson, and Jackson, there to harass her now that he knew her protection had been terminated.

"Who is it?" She called, one hand hesitating on the lock, the other on the door handle. If it was Jackson, he would be able to find a way in anyway. If it were the police, it would be better to open the door flat out. So, with one quick determined breath, she flipped the lock and pulled the door open. But, who she saw standing before he was far from anything she'd expected. All the face paint, scars and greasy hair of the Joker were plain as day before her, and suddenly it became very clear to her that he was not just a movie in the slightest. In fact, her eyes widened slightly in the realization as it set in that she, perhaps, should have exercised a little more discretion in the way she had addressed him.

"...What are you doing here?" Well, clearly she didn't feel the need to correct that now. "You're. Why are you in Miami? I thought- Gotham-" She didn't move from the doorway to invite him in.