Author's Note: of course, I don't own anyone except for the two characters, my Ace and Chance. I wrote this story for my sister and me; she's a joker fan and I'm a Two-Face fan, so this was what I made for her. :D Hope you enjoy it as much as my sister and me did.

Two Heads About Everything

Chapter One: Meet Ace. Meet Chance.

The full moon was pulling over the graying skies as night started to descend over Gotham's city lights. It seemed that whenever the sun vanished, it was the moment of hell raising, and everyone, even criminals, expected the Batman to be watching every alley way or dark shadows along the merchant stores. So when it came to the strategies of infiltrating the Second National Bank, it was up to chance to give it her all. Of course, Chance, in this scenario was not a form of Karma that would decide whether or not the plans would succeed or not. Chance was the birth name of the young woman who was attempting to become Gotham's shining armor for the criminals; she was building her way to the top of the pyramid, only if she could knock off the Joker from his throne as the Prince of Crime. Chance's clever plans usually panned out the way she had always expected; the fact that she was expected them to go as she schemed was not because she was a clever predictor of the future. No, Chance was a egotistical about how clever she actually was. A high IQ, she felt she was cleverer than the usual dime-store penny who robbed the jewelry store or tried to make out with a gold penny from a pawn shop.

Chance's plans, as written, usually panned out. This is to mean that about 25 percent of the time, they didn't. And it wasn't because she missed some calculations in the times that the alarm would go off, or how many rooms there were to get to the safety box, or even the number of security guards there were to each door. No, Chance actually worked with a woman the same age as she did, a childhood best friend from high school, someone she had been working with for three years.

Ace.

Ace, this Ace, was not the young girl that could manipulate the minds of others or cause illusions. No, this Ace was actually a woman who was more than willing to have the blood of others on her hands, dripping even. Ace fit the profile of a local madwoman who went on a bloody rage because her boyfriend broke up with her; the ironic thing about her was that she wasn't really angry at all. Ace did it for the sake of a laugh, or just a small chortle. A beautiful woman like her esteemed cohort, she was sarcastic comedian with the flair for the taste of risk. Instead of planning every step of the way, as Chance did, Ace did what she wanted...25 percent of the time. No concern for the sake of the living, Ace sanctioned a blood lust: like a boy who played war games for the sake of confronting a downed body and shooting the gun first person, just to watch the body jump in a hilarious way. Meet Ace.

Chance and Ace had congratulated the field of crime when they left high school, though graduating with honors. They developed the sense that crime was a far better way to profit, and it had its perks. No fear for being mugged, none for rapists or murderers. If there was to be a kill, Chance ordered it on que, though she'd kill them quickly with a knife or a gun; if the target was less deserving for a mercy kill, Chance would let Ace have the honor. A mercy kill was to be canned with a gunshot through the head; if a man was to be given Ace as his punishment, he'd have done something extremely terrible. Ace enjoyed her job as much as an obese child enjoyed eating cake. And the fact was that Ace loved to play with her food before she ever took a bite. The punishment could last for hours or days. Usually it was whenever Ace grew bored. And her attention span was a long time.

Meet Ace. Meet Chance. Two Heads about everything, though two things in common: a desire for action, and a federal bank heist.