The clown and the jester walked through the double doors, hand in hand, and into the small bit crowded bank in the heart of Gotham City. The Jester was clad in red and black tights and a checkered skirt and her face held a crooked little half smile on her pouting lips. The clown wearing the purple 30's style zoot suit had a broad crimson smile set on his white face.
The guard on duty took one look at the odd duo and thought trouble as soon as they had entered the place. Slipping the thong off of the .38 special that hung from his hip, he started to make his way across the little lobby to intercept the two and question them. He did not like the look of them one bit.
The clown took a few steps towards the advancing guard, his face flashing a gigantic and almost somehow gruesome smile, and hand shooting out grabbed hold of the guards own hand. The clown pumped his hand quite vigorously, not letting go, and let out an eerie and sinister sounding sort of harsh little cackle.
"Hiya pal!" he barked at the shocked guard.
The guards eyes had begun to bulge out of his skull. Volts of electricity had begun to course through his body causing him excruciating pain, though he could not let go of the clowns hand or cry out. Smoke rolled from his hand, out of his nostrils, and out of his ears. His insides felt as if they were melting and even his eye sockets were smoking now. Once his heart exploded the clown let go, his cackle turning into a full fledged heart felt laugh attack.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-hah!"
The tellers and customers alike were taken by surprise and for the moment had become frozen in their places with terror at the bizzare scene they had just witnessed. The guard's still smoking corpses lay in their midst.
"All right you goody-goods! Nobody move! this is a stick-up!" shouted the pint sized jester in the tight suit, "Don't nobody move a muscle, ya hear!?" as she pulled a larger than life revolver with a pearl handle out form the folds in her skirt.
Through the corner of her mouth she whispers to the clown, "O.k. Mr. J, work your magic!"
Flashing that maniacal grin the clown pulls a deck of cards from his picket, tosses a couple under the vault door, breaks out into a sort of two step dance move and takes a bow as he removes his large brimmed hat. The vault door is blown from its hinges and falls over onto the floor.
A couple of short minutes later the crazy couple waltzes out of the bank and onto the streets of Gotham. They approach a suped up roadster that sits parked near the curb and jump in the flashy ride. The clown pops open a briefcase and removes a container marked Joker's Jumping Beans, removes the lid and dumps the contents into the street.
Mashing the peddle to the floor board, the roadster turns sideways coming away from the curb, the tires leave a pound of rubber on the street as it tears down the road. Sirens are wailing up the street.
