*shrug* What? There's enough of this on Tumblr...but nothing yet in fic form. Well, now there is. Started this WAAAY back in November, but wasn't really sure how to replace some of the character or do some scenes. However, after Reichenbach...I am ready :D

Note: I do not own Batman. I do not own Sherlock. They belong to their respective owners.

So, without further ado...here it is!

The Bank of South London was in chaos, as six masked men toting guns walked in, shoving everyone to the ground and shoving grenades in their hands.

"Anyone who moves gets a bullet to the head!" They shouted, pushing more people to the ground. The six continued inwards, three of them staying behind to keep an eye on the hostages. The other three walked through the bank hall, towards the vault.

"Blue, get the alarm." The tallest barked. 'Blue' left down a different path, and the other started to get out equipment. "Nil, how much time?" Nil looked over to the one shouting orders in slight annoyance.

"Calm yourself. This vault door has a 10,000 volt charge running through it, so give me five minutes to get through." Nil said, setting to work.

Back in the lobby, the other three thugs were forced to get down by the surprise attack of the bank manager, who happened to be wielding a six gauge shotgun.

"You really must be stupid, aren't you!" He shot off another round, trapping two of the three thugs being a counter. The third stood up to shoot back, but was dead before he hit the ground. "Do you have any idea who you're stealing from?" He shouted again.

"Brooks, how many rounds does he have left?" One of the men hissed. Brooks put up three fingers and they waited. Sure enough, the manager shot two more rounds before the thug jumped up to shoot. However, he was hit. Brooks chose that moment to stand and injure the manager.

"I thought you said there was only two shots!" The injured thug shouted. A second later, there was a bullet in his brain.

Blue came back to the vault to find Nil splayed on the floor against the opposite wall.

"Del, what happened?" Del only shrugged.

"He said there was 10,000 volts going through the door. Guess he wasn't careful enough. Now pick up a bag and get goin'!" He pulled the safe door wide open with a grunt, grabbing a duffel bag and shoving stacks of money into it. Blue followed close behind, fidgety.

"So who do you think this 'Moriarty' guy is, anyway?" Blue asked, starting up conversation. "He's got to have some real balls to rob a mob bank." Del snorted.

"Yeah, balls or no brain. Once the Falcone guys get their hands on him, he's as good as dead." Del retorted. "Now hurry up!" The two started to rush more, and at that moment Brooks poked his head in.

"You guys almost done?" Del and Blue only walked out of there, holding up the bags.

"What happened to them?" Blue asked as they went through the lobby.

"Incident with the manager." Brooks answered. "Nothing that was too much trouble." At that moment, there was a gunshot and Blue fell to the ground. The manager was instantly hit in the head with the butt of Brooks' shotgun.

"Bastard. Brooks, you coming or what?" He fidgeted with his gun.

"You remember the orders, right?" Brooks asked, picking up the manager's pistol.

"You mean the one to kill off everyone else to get a bigger share?" Del responded, pointing his gun at the other man. "Yeah." Brooks grinned maliciously under his mask.

"Just checking." At that moment, a loud crash resounded within the building, and a schoolbus went straight for Del, running him over. Not so soon after it stopped, another man stepped out with an AK-47.

"Got everything?" He asked, grabbing some of the black bags.

"Great timing again, Seb." Brooks said, throwing his own bags onto the bus. As they were about to jump back inside, the bank manager interrupted once again.

"He's gonna kill you too." Brooks stopped in his tracks, turning to face the man. "Hiring thugs off the street - just to kill them off in some game." He spat. "You're marked for death." Brooks kneeled down to slap him.

"I'll admit it's all a game to me - But give me some credit." Brooks' voice had changed drastically from low Southern London to a higher pitched Irish accent. "It's surprisingly hard to find anyone stupid enough to help rob a Falcone bank." He finished, slipping out of his face mask. "Now be a good boy and don't drop this." He shoved a grenade into the man's mouth, the pin attached to a string which was then tied to the back of the bus. "Let's go, Sebby!"

The bus trailed out of the bank and back onto the road, fitting in line with the rest of the schoolbuses on the road. The pin slipped out of its' place and the manager froze. However, there was a hissing, and a smoke started pouring out of the container. Sirens were quickly approaching, but by the time the police pulled into the wreckage, the criminal mastermind was long gone, along with the entirety of the money in the bank.


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