This is a REALLY SHORT ONE SHOT. I do not normally write these things, but I wanted it as is...
The dark of the night rolled in eerily, windswept in fog across the rock-bedded streets; everything was silent. Across the many buildings and monuments, one thing in particular stood out. In a small building across the still, dark waters of a river, a loud ringing began. Flashes of red and blue came racing down the once calm streets and sirens never halted.
Shouts were heard over the noises and three men clad in black rushed out the building and jumped into the river. The police cars stopped in front of the broken-in-to building and the officers hopped out, pointing guns at the building and shouted orders at the others.
After swimming for a half a mile, the now soaking wet men leaped out of the water and started undressing as they ran. Their paint-covered faces were dripping and they undressed as ran, then jumping onto a descending ladder from a helicopter. It flew off into the sky, carrying the escapees into the night.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I believe you all came back successful. Now…is that true?" A green-haired man said nonchalantly.
"Yes sir. Everything is complete. 120,000 dollars was stolen and the guards didn't even see us. Did we do you well, Sir?" The man on the left said, pouring the money out of the bag they carried. The green-haired man moved over to the money and greedily felt it over, feeling every crevice and counting as he went.
Finishing, he sighed and pulled a gun out of his pocket, shooting the man on the left. The man fell to the ground, blood trailing out of his wound and drizzling out of his mouth. The other two looked at the dead man then to the leader.
"It's wet." The leader grinned. The man in the middle showed fear in his eyes and the leader noticed it. Going up to him, the green-haired man smiled. "You…wanna know…how I got these scars?" Gulping, the man shook his head 'no'.
"Well, I'll tell you anyway. *licks lips* You see…I had an…abusive father. And one night, he came home drunk. My mom held me and shouted at him to leave. *licks lips* My father just smiled and…*uses hand motions* grabbed her away from me and *hand motions* ripped her clothes off. I ran up the stairs…only after seeing her get raped…while he sliced her throat. *licks lips* Cowering in fear, I hid in my room….but was…greeted by my father. "Why so serious?" He told me and *moves his mouth around like he has a razor in it* took a knife and put it up to the side of my mouth. "Let's put a smile on that face."'
He licked his lips again and brought his knife to the man. "Why so serious?" The man fell to the ground, dead. After giving a hearty, evil laugh, he turned to the last one. "You. I'll keep you. What's your…name?" He asked, licking his lips.
The last person smiled, "Harley Quinn…nice to meet you, Joker."