"Okay, okay, let's move it." Joker waved his hands impatiently. "Go!" he demanded, as the men filed into the van. I activated the door and sprinted towards the van, which began to drive forward. I gripped the door handle and swung into the back, closing the doors.
Joker popped his neck and pushed a button on his remote. A loud explosion signified that his bomb had worked. "Door locked?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah. Unless they've got a bulldozer in that vault, they aren't getting out anytime soon."
This had been part of the elaborate plan to rob the bank. I was somewhat of a tech whiz, so it was easy to hack into systems and disarm alarms. Joker was big on pyrotechnics and making an exit, so these kinds of heists usually end with a bang. Haha!
I felt a rush of relief knowing that the citizens were safe in the vault- something Joker protested to, but we had made an agreement not to hurt anyone innocent, as I was trained at a police academy and civilians held a special place in my heart. Probably the left atrium...
"Where are you off to?" Joker looked over his shoulder, quirking an eyebrow. "Work. I have an actual job, you know." I replied as I shrugged my jacket on.
"I was under the assumption that this was your job." He turned around fully and leaned against the railing of the walkway. "Yes, well, my boss would want hella paperwork and explanations before I even discussed the topic of my resignation with him. He knows I love my job- and the hot bod is just a great bonus." I stretched my arms into the air until an audible 'pop' came from my spine.
"What?" Joker asked. "Hot bod. Morning routine is required up at the academy, and a plethora of workouts are sorted in between coffee and waking up." I chuckled.
Joker waved me off, returning to the surveying of the busy warehouse.
I hummed as I searched for the key to my storage locker- can't carry around sweaty clothes with you all day.
"Hey Jubi, me and the guys are going out to get some drinks tonight and I hear the pub we're going to is fantastic, you in?" Marge opened her neighboring locker.
"Sounds great, but I'm just not feeling it today." I gave her a puppy dog look. "Aw hell. Alright, but don't get mad if I phone you when I'm drunk." Marge sighed. "Okay okay, I won't." I shook my head.
It was great to be back.