Bank Robbery

Dark Knight-inspired fanfic. Uses some scenes from the Dark Knight, idk if you guys like that? I like it;) In this fanfic, the Joker is gonna be properly in love with the girl rather than just a sex slave who never warms up to him (NOT saying there won't be any smut/violence/Joker type stuff)! Might take a while for the whole thing to be written, but for now enjoooyy! - Lauren

"Ok, everybody heads down, hands up!"

Joseph Washington shuffled back against the wall. He'd always known working in a bank might be a risky job. But he'd always ignored it. After all, Joseph Washington wasn't afraid of thugs..

A gang of men stampeded into the building wearing dark clothes and clown masks. Some shouted, some just admired the fear in their victims' eyes. One fired their gun and all the employees fell to the floor: paralysed with fear. Joe noticed several women shaking.

"Obviously we don't want ya doing anything with your hands except for holding on for dear life!" the gunman barked.

'Only someone with some serious mental issues could do something this messed up...' Joe thought.

But for now, all the hostages could do was wait at gunpoint. Wait whilst other men rampaged around the building, wait while their guns echoed throughout. Whether it was employees losing their lives; nobody knew.

Looking around, Joe noticed that out of all of his colleagues, he was the only one still seated. He doubted the those punks had even seen him yet. Perhaps he was the only one with a gun.

Joe watched as the clowns tormented his colleagues; taunting and threatening them, backing them into corners so that they were so afraid they couldn't speak. Other men would surely be breaking into the vault by now... How could everyone just sit back and watch this happen? 'This is shameful,' Joe thought. Joe considered himself as a proud, honourable citizen of Gotham. He'd had it with these clowns.

With a sharp kick into his right shoulder, Joseph Washington's gun fired. In no particular direction, only to startle the attackers into leaving his colleagues alone. He didn't know if he aimed to kill, but he knew now he had taken a stand, he would have to follow through. Joe aimed at his two targets who were now both scuttling around: madly trying to save their lives.

'So now they value life...'

Out of sight, the two men huddled behind a nearby counter. Approaching them with speed, Washington felt unstoppable. He was sure that he would be the hero this time. Who needs Batman anyway? If he was so useful he would've saved everyone by now. 'Nah, Batman just wants to be put on a pedestal,' Joe convinced himself.

Before he had his chance to prove himself, one of the clowns sprang up from behind their counter and sprayed metal in his attacker's direction. Bullet's eroded Joseph Washington: he shuddered to the ground, his body twitching sporadically.

The men went to inspect the body.

Click, click, click, click.

Only women's heels could make that pleasant of a sound. One of the masked men turned, for there, gazing over her boyfriend's work, stood the city-renowned Harley Quinn. Dressed in her red and black checkered leather jumpsuit: she was beautiful. Her blonde hair was stricken back into her stereotypical jester hat. She loved to match her puddin'.

The picture of what happens when good met evil.

"Good job, Mister J."

Harley stripped one of the clowns' masks, revealing a face none other than the equally as famous Joker. His flamboyant makeup was a little smudged from the mask, but his scars were still as prominent. Still as unsettling. He curled his lips up into a cheeky smile, twitching up the tails of his scars even more. When he smiled like this... even Harley was afraid. But that's what had attracted her to the madman in the beginning: she loved how he always made those chills trickle down her spine.

"Like I say, if you're good at something, never do it for free..." the Joker purred. The way he looked at his woman had always sickened his men, though they tried their best not to show it. His eyes filled with lust. Some of them claimed it made his hazel eyes that extra shade darker. The same darkness that they turn when he was vexed.

As he ran his rough finger-ends up her neck and to her jawline (moving in for a kiss), there was a noise. It was distracting: it was something that had always appealed to him. A squeal. He turned his head for just a second, letting his fingers drop.

"Ignore it puddin', let's get outta here..." Harley clasped his head in her hands and pulled it back to face her. He let her keep her hands on his cheeks as he pouted; sticking out his lower lip like a sulky child. "Nooo..." he whined. "No no no, you know how I love a good squealer! You can't spoil my fun now..."

He grinned wickedly, lowering his tone. "After all Harl, the fun's just getting started..."

"Aw, ok then Mister J." Harley rolled her eyes teasingly. The Joker skipped off giddily in the direction of the squeal. It wasn't clear where it was coming from exactly, so he just settled for the direction of the main string of counters. Harley stayed put, watching her puddin' do what he did best: psychological torture. She smirked.

"Good moorrniing, I'd like to make a withdrawal!" The Joker sang in his typical, weird sing-song voice. He giggled to himself. How he loved poke fun at the squealers.

The faint wailing continued. It was interrupted by - "Boss, the bus arrives in a couple minutes, we might wanna pack up the cash -"

"Yes, yes yes yes, shut up, shut up." The Joker groaned. He gestured vaguely towards the speaker. "Harley, sort him."

"Yes boss..." Harley grinned widely, trotting over to the henchmen and hitting him precisely over the head with an oversized mallet. She'd obviously had a lot of practice. 'I learnt from the best...' she thought to herself. She chuckled as the blood trickled from her victim's head.

For once, the Joker didn't even turn to watch. For behind the counter, shuddering in a cute little heap, was a young woman. She glanced up momentarily, then immediately curled up again, sobbing feebly.

"Well hello, beautiful..." The Joker kept his voice low and gentle as to not startle her. He didn't mean any harm to this one. He crouched down to her level. She looked up again; big innocent eyes blinking tears away to examine him properly. She was beautiful. When she'd looked at him, the Joker had had the opportunity to gaze upon her pretty face. He'd seen those big baby blues - the perfect contrast against her deep brown hair. Although it was clasped back, there was a certain waviness about it. Her face was flushed with tears, but to him, it only made her that extra bit more alluring. The Joker was a sadist like that.

Harley frowned over from her casualty. Mister J never called her anything other than 'Harl', never mind 'beautiful'. He didn't even know this girl! A pang of jealousy shot through her, traveling right down her arm and down her mallet...

She made her way over to them. Up close, she could see the girl quivering at her puddin's touch. She could see her puddin' running her fingers up her thigh to the kink at her waist, and he would've continued if not for -

Suddenly, the entire wall caved in. A familiar (and nostalgic)-looking school bus emerged through the clouds of dust and rubble. The driver sprang from the emergency exit doors. "Hey - what happened to the rest of the guys?" Harley was quick to silence him with a firm whack over the head. The Joker turned this time. He forgot completely about the girl at his side and grinned malevolently at the sight of a dead man before his woman. It'd always turned him on... He was just about to take to the bus (with the cash of course), when there was that distraction again: a whimper. Spinning on his heels, the Joker marched back up to her side for the last time. "Oh for Gods sake woman, can't you keep quiet for one second? This is a precise operation, can't you tell?!" He smirked, but the girl couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic. And it was far too dangerous to assume.

Instead, she gazed up innocently into his chocolate eyes. They weren't as dark and intimidating as before. Hopefully she would appear too defenseless to kill.

And she was right. The Joker didn't like killing anything that wouldn't put up a fight. But she'd interacted with him now. He'd have to take her with him. Somehow he didn't seem too upset about this.

"C'mon," he growled, scooping her up and slinging her over his shoulder. She tried to adjust her pencil skirt to cover herself, but he flicked her hands away. She'd slowed him down and embarrassed him. It was time to embarrass her, right?

'I guess that's what they call karma, toots...' he chuckled to himself.

Stepping into the bus (bags of cash on her back), Harley giggled. She loved a good hostage situation. With some luck, her puddin' would see the girl as the waste of time that she was. 'With some luck, I'll be able to see the end of her,' Harley thought. Her puddin' slammed the emergency exit doors of the bus shut just as the cops arrived through the main entrance of the bank. The Joker had intentionally left his henchmen behind. They were all just a bunch of dumbasses wasting his time anyway.

"Boss!" one of them shouted. He ran for the coach, but it was too late: his boss had left them all hanging. The coach was already out of the building and back on the main road amongst a train of other coaches. Convenient.

The Joker sighed, pleased with himself. There's nothing better than less shares.

Thanks for reading, please review & if there's anything you want me to include, put it in the reviews!:) Open to all ideas (don't have very many atm...). Sorry if this chapter didn't have much conversation in it... Promise there is waaay more in the next chapter and for the foreseeable future hehe