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Another day in Gotham City, it goes through the wailing sirens in its very own streets again.
"Stop with your hand up"
Joker puts up 1 hand up
"I said t-
"Oho touché my good sir you mean by the term 'hands up 'correct?" Joker discreetly slides a card out of his sleeve a flings the card to the throat "I believe you need to work on your grammar before dealing with baddies like me."
"Ack, glick, gah!" said the police man while choking on his own blood falls to the ground, "Yea, in the afterlife!" Joker chortled ending with a maniacal laugh.
"Mistah J! Mistah J!" shouted Harleen Quinzel otherwise known as Harley Quinn-the Jokers' sweetheart.
"What-WHAT?!", Joker asks grimacing at her hold on him the moment he looks at her it's always the same big blue eyes and whisker like eyelashes batting a him mesmerizingly.
"The car's full of dough; we can easily escape to ower home now puddin'!" Harley exclaimed cheerfully, suddenly backhanded almost lost her balance by Joker. "I say the shots around here remember? - now we go", then sprints across the bank hall to the exit.
"But- w-wait Mistah J!" yelled Harley panting to catch up, she then goes through her bag of knick knacks then found the laughing gas grenades; once out the door found herself alone with plenty of guns appointed to her.
"COME DOWN WITH YOUR HAND S UP!", said Commissioner Gordon.
"Aw yeah…" She then flings the pins from the grenades and throwing at the police's feet creating clouds of smoke; laughing to death. Harley makes her way through the crowd and finds Joker leaning on the car. 'He didn't leave me…' thought Harley.
"What took you so long? We don't have all day you know." Joker said as the both of them seats themselves in the car. "Sorry, Mistah J~" chirped Harley as starting the car and drove home.
'Just another day in Gotham' thought Harley.