The snow that had covered the streets of Gotham only a month ago had completely melted away to the glorious first days of spring. Despite the dark and ominous nights in the city, the warm sun had a calming effect on people. Most accepted the cheerful façade that the season brought with it but, the ever present danger was still not ignored. With the consent blaring of the searchlights and police sirens no one ever really relaxed. Still, they went on about their lives as if they were the most interesting people you'd ever met, and if you were to be so lucky, they would be.

These people had such mundane stories of family and work, of movies and travels and other trivial things. But some, some harbored secrets and lies. One such individual sat silently and a small café on the other side of the city park. By outward appearance she seemed like any other person relaxing with a cup of coffee. Her long brown hair was tied back into a low ponytail going down her back and wore an outfit consisting of a light pink sundress and a fuchsia jacket. She seemed content to any casual passerby, but on the inside she was fuming.

"Where in the world is he?" she thought as she drummed her fingers on the plastic surface of her table.

Soon the 'he' that she was referring to came hurriedly through the small metal gate. It was a man in a forest green overcoat and a brown cap was tilted so low that it covered his eyes. Despite half his face being hidden you could still see his large nose and overbite, as well as the tuffs of blond hair that peeked out underneath his hat. He pulled a seat out to sit across from the woman, slightly out of breath.

"So sorry I'm late, I had a run in with a police officer that almost recognized me," He whispered to her.

"What did you do?" the woman asked, her eyed wide, making her sure her voice was hushed too.

"Oh, don't worry I ran around the corner the second his phone started to ring" She sighed in relief.

"Jervis you really should be more careful. Why don't you wear a disguise like I do?"

"I just don't feel as comfortable in them as you do, besides, aren't you just wearing a wig?" He looked closer at her and indeed the round tanned face, almond eyes, and thin lips were that of his newest companion Evangelina Torrez.

"I've been low on funds alright," she pouted playfully. Then she leaned back in her seat with her arms crossed and smirked. "But I have a plan to change that, are you in?"

"What do you propose we do?"

"It's just a simple bank heist. I go in as a helpless civilian, you have a couple of thugs chipped and set in different locations. Once I give a signal they pull out some knives and threaten the crowd while I get the money. I need plenty of goons, so I'd rather have them controlled than have to pay for them. Especially, since you can't really trusty most hired help now a days."

"Isn't it a bit risky? I mean, they have alarms to notify the police that we're there."

"You could control a teller and have them disable the alarms."

"I'm still not sure…" he hesitated.

"Fine, we can talk about it later in private," she said. Things like this needed planning anyways.

"In the meantime, why don't you join me for a drink?"