The City in Pieces
Chapter Thirty-Six: Here We Go
Winter passed. Fall came.
Chance glanced at the monitors in the command center, searching any trace of Ace's handiwork. She must have been staring for...Chance glanced at her wristwatch...Hours. Her eyes were bloodshot, sagging slightly. Her hands had turned white from lying flat on the surface of the desk, still as can be. And she realized how much her feet hurt. Chance's sigh was ragged from silence. She finally sat down in the swivel chair, resolving that Ace was not having her daily blood work.
Then she was watching a camera. It turned onto the First Gotham National Bank. There was commotion. Chance rose to her feet, her eyes widening. Chance rounded the cameras to the closest angles using the keyboard. I know you're there, Ace. Show me that smile.
From what Chance could see, there was a robbery being performed in the town square, taken place just when school was being let out; a row of school buses drove smoothly along the road. Chance eyed several screens. The buses rolled out then there was a loud explosion in the middle of the Bank's lobby—Chance sighed. There it was. One of Ace's specialties was demolition, among her many...drastic measures.
Chance could guess that Joker was behind it as well, though where they were, she didn't know.
Not along the sidewalk, she thought, glancing through the streets, shaking her head. Not inside the bank, surely...
Chance's eyes fell suspiciously on the rows of buses; the last one followed in procedure. Cops came shortly after as several passersby ran into the exploded wall of the bank to check on the survivors, if any. Chance turned the cameras on the line of yellow vehicles; she watched them all with peeled eyes. Give me some kind of hint...anything...
When nothing happened, she uttered in frustration,
"Something!"
Then as if on cue, one of the buses turned right suddenly.
Chance watched with a smile. The cameras steadied on the bus. She watched it roll into a private warehouse on the outskirts of the...docks...Chance wanted to hit herself.
Before she left Ace, she had given her keys to an abandoned warehouse that she, herself, had barricaded in during the times she was paranoid in Gotham. Chance had forgotten about the warehouse by the docks, most likely out of a fit of anger. This was why she wanted to put her head through a wall. Chance finally knew where Joker and Ace were hiding out; though they didn't make much an effort to keep it hidden.
In fact, Ace and Joker simply climbed out of the back of the bus, carrying pounds upon pounds of bags full of what could only be quite a billion, in cash. Chance watched them. Ace's long, blonde hair had been chopped off to a rocky hair cut: clean, soft, easy to keep. And Chance's face faltered when she saw Joker. He seemed quite a bit, disheveled than usual. He and Ace were talking as they unloaded their rewards, and it looked like usual pleasantries: might as well be making dinner arrangements.
Chance knew where they were...Well..Here...We...Go...