Wren stared at the gun, nervous habit causing her lick her lips. Joker stared into the closet, while still managing to keep aim on the boss's head. Taking a deep shaking breath, the teller gave the door a sharp kick, unjamming it. Keeping her hands up, she exited her hiding place. "Ma'am! "Ma'am the police are there, are you alright?"
Shaking his head, Joker extended his free hand for the cellphone she had hidden in her pocket. Wren glanced at her boss, only acting when he nodded his head. Taking her phone out, she handed it over. Joker grabbed it, giggling as he did so. "Song bird is busy now, please leave a message after the tone."
Dropping it on the ground, he took aim and shot. Leaving behind a miniature crater, and bits of plastic and metal. Doing her best to remain calm, Wren kept her hands up, trying to divert attention away from her boss. "My, my. We've got a bit of trouble maker on our hands."
Lowering his gun, Joker ambled around her. Observing her shaking hands, her deathly pale skin, and bit of cold sweat misting across her forehead. She was petrified of him, despite all of this she managed to remain upright and capable. Rather impressive. "How's it that you ended up working for the system, song bird?"
She focused on the floor, not sure if she was capable of actually looking this nutcase in the eye. Even doing that, Wren couldn't find her voice in order to answer his question. Instead, she opted for silence. That didn't seem to appease Joker in the slightest. He pressed his gun under her chin and forced her to look at him. It burned a little, the heat remnant of him shooting her phone. Tears slicked down her cheeks, causing her mascara to run. After several deep breaths, Wren muttered. "Pays good, good benefits, and bank holidays off."
Joker rolled his eyes. "Such a boring answer."
Wren eyed the gun. "I'm not exciting, I'm sorry."
Pulling the gun away, Joker pouted. "Now I don't believe that. Takes a lot of… Mmm, cohunes to do what ya did."
Wren wasn't quite sure how to answer that, she just did what she was trained to do. Of course, taking a few liberties. Especially when she saw Joker on the monitor. "Boss!"
Joker looked over his shoulder, clearly annoyed "What!?"
His head goon stood in the doorway. "We've got everything in place…"
The clown giggled excitedly. "Those Italian fucks won't know their asses from their mouths after this…"
He followed the hulking mass of goon out the door. "It's been fun song bird."
Before she could stop him, the clown pulled his gun and took aim at her boss's head. Wren shrieked and threw her arm in front of the gun, the bullet catching the inner bend of her elbow. Screaming in agony, the teller collapsed and began writhing in the blood that was pooling on the floor. Joker went into a fit of hysterics. "Nobility! Aren't you a fun one!"
The pain was unbearable, it felt like her arm had been shredded by the bullet. The tears were in full force as she did her best to keep from screaming. Mr. Napoli grabbed her jacket and start to put pressure on the wound. When Wren looked at the doorway to the breakroom, the Joker and his goon were gone.
