Leave Me Alone (BatJokes fanfic) {PART 2}

chapter 5

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The building loomed ahead, a car zooming up towards it. The car stopped alongside the curb, right in front of the bank, and a man jumped out and handed a few bucks to the driver. The man walked towards the entrance, wearing a formal black suit and bowtie, as if he was there for a meeting. He was also wearing a blue medical mask to cover half of his lower face, but slung over the right shoulder he had a pink Peppa Pig little backpack, quickly removing serious thoughts from people who had spotted him. Right before he opened the front doors of the bank, he opened his backpack, revealing his face.

It was Joker, in his old makeup; the white paint caked onto his face, and the black paint over his eyes, all of it negligently slopped onto his face. Joker pulled out a pistol from the backpack, full and loaded with as many bullets as it could fit. He slung the backpack back over his shoulder and entered the bank. As he did, Joker stuffed the gun into his belt, and attempted to act as casual as he could. Joker walked towards the counter and introduced himself, "Hey, it's me, Charlie times two." he smiled, knowing those words had serious meaning.

The certain lady had just spoken to, who was standing behind the counter, eyes widened. She fearfully examined Joker's makeup, knowing who it was, but she quickly tried to relax herself and nodded. "F-follow me."

Joker grinned. That specific sentence meant he was part of the mob, and one of the highest leaders. The bank he was at was completely controlled by them. Joker, of course, wasn't a part of the mob, but he knew a lot of stuff most people didn't. Also, he knew this lady wouldn't question it at all, after all, he was the Joker and no one really knew anything about him. He followed the lady behind the counter and down a hall. She opened a door that led to a staircase, leading to the basement. "There y-you go."

Joker gave her a thankful smile. "Thank you." he started to head down the stairs, glad he didn't have to start such a ruckus which naturally would get the police hot on his trail, real fast. He ran down the stairs and finally made it to the bottom of the stairs and was soon in a circular room. In the middle of the room was a giant safe. Joker giggled and rubbed his hands together. He knew exactly what to do next.

Up at the top of the stairs, the lady waited for him to return, knowing it would only take him about five minutes to get what he needed and leave. But after around ten to fifteen minutes, she started to get a little suspicious. She decided to leave him for another 5 minutes, if he still hadn't finished up, she'd open the door and yell down to him to hurry up. At that time, another colleague had found her standing by the door, and immediately knew what was up. But this coworker, unfortunately to Joker, had seen the person that usually came here to fetch money for the mafia. So when the associate had asked for the description, the lady responded with, "it-it was the Joker, or a copycat, i don't know. His hair was cut and he was wearing a normal suit."

The colleague, upon hearing this, had quickly told her that Joker wasn't part of the mob.

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking a little concerned. "He said the exact thing they-."

"-He probably knew what it meant," the ally frowned. "Let's go down there."

The lady quickly shook her head. "No, no, he has a gun, I saw it in his belt. It's not safe, you might get shot!"

"You call the police, I'm going down there." The man opened the door and ran down the stairs, pulling his own pistol and aiming it ahead of him. He turned the corner and glared at Joker, who was spray painting all the leftover money. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" he yelled.