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The morning was crisp; cold but bright – a nice day. I was sat in Gotham Park, alone on a bench, eating a chicken sandwich. I'd been waiting for a good half hour now.
As I scrutinized the crust of my lunch my ears were aware of the sky exploding with the sound of a disintegrating wall. I'd already heard the tell-tale screams and the splatter of gunfire, signalling the arrival of three bank-robbers. I was now only hanging-around to make sure the buses were running smoothly.
They were.
I raised my face towards Gotham Main bank just in time to see the school vehicle pull back onto the carriageway and slip in amongst all the other yellow trucks. My job was done – the cover had worked.
After screwing up my paper I tossed it towards a garbage bin – it probably missed, but I couldn't bring myself to turn and look. My body was being drawn towards the chaos and rubble now strewn along the sidewalk; I could've sworn I heard riotous giggling still stemming from the bank, but it was almost certainly my imagination. There were only howls of pain and terror now.
Sirens screamed around the corner and past the bank's crumbling wall as I headed out of the park. Hands shoved in my pockets and my beanie pulled down over my hair, I tramped past the mayhem with a casual stride. I felt my ceaseless grinning straining at my mouth as I attempted to look like a typical Gotham civilian: this, I knew, would never be possible.
The anarchy played-on and I could hear it still sifting through the air when I reached the end of the block. Paramedics had arrived along with more of the city's finest, and I guessed that they would now be fervently tracking any clown driving a school bus...
The sound of a pill packet rattled from my jacket pocket. I tugged out the medication and re-read the directions;
'40mg before anxious situations. For long-term anxiety 40mg two or three times daily.'
They made no noise when I dropped them into the bin; I'd have to learn to live without them. I'd never have enough anyway.
Sirens hit the sky again. I was running through what I could have for dinner when a stream of cars rushed past – maybe I could order something in, save some time. I spared a moment to wonder whether I would be dining alone that night, or whether The Joker would be joining me. It all depended on whether he got rid of the bus on time, and whether he was pleased with the job.
Of course; there was always the possibility that he would get caught.
A laugh cracked from my lips as I walked leisurely towards the pit that I now lived in. I shook my head at the thought and sighed happily.
It's the little things that tickle me.
