Starfire111110 is here to bring us our third entry in the "Pinkie's Eyebrow" saga!

Yes, I'll be keeping track.

Pinkie's eyebrow perched atop a building in Gotham City. No, not that Gotham. This one's pronounced, "Got-ham".

I smell crime smells, the eyebrow thought, for it had no mouth and it must scream.

And because crime smells are very bad no-good smells, the eyebrow unfolded itself, flapping off into the night for another exciting adventure in crimefighting.

"And now, kids, it's time for you all to explode!" Joker cackled in front of the flock of goats he'd stolen.

One of the goats took a bite out of his shoe.

"Well that's awfully rude of you," Joker picked up the goat with a snarl. "But I'm feeling generous today. You, dear, will be the first to expl--"

Pinkie's eyebrow pummeled Joker into the ground. Somehow.

I just realized that I completely and entirely misread the prompt. Too late.