It was the next day, and you were waiting outside of The Last Laugh. It was 10:55 AM, and you knew that Two-Face's spy, whose name was Matt, would be there soon. It was your job to greet him, lead him inside, knock him out, and bring him to Joker and Frost, who were waiting in the abandoned club's VIP lounge. They would then supervise you as you tortured Matt, and ask whatever questions they felt necessary to ask.
Obviously, this was a mission that was greatly centered around you and your performance. The others had been more of a group effort, but with this one... You were doing everything. Joker was giving you full control, likely to better assess your skills with solo tasks. The notion of being on your own was definitely nerve-racking, and you couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, you'd fuck everything up.
You tried to reassure yourself that Matt was only one man. A man not expecting any type of violent advancements. This should be an easy mission, and a fun one, too! You wouldn't just kill a man, but you'd kill him creatively. You'd kill him sadistically. When people would hear about his death, they'd clap a hand to their mouths and gag. They'd whisper about you, how you deserved to be locked up. They'd start to say that maybe, just maybe, you were even crazier than Joker.
But, none of these idealistic scenarios quieted the anxious voice in your head. The one that was warning you that everything would go wrong.
You leaned your head against the siding of the club, heaving a heavy sigh. Fall was rapidly changing to winter; so much so that your sigh was visible, cutting through the frigid air and swirling up to the sky. The chill to the air was definitely inconvenient, given the fact that you were wearing a short dress. It had longer sleeves, thank God, but casual clothes were really a luxury at this point. While it was nice to look like a criminal, and to always be ready to stun whoever walked by, you were growing a little sick of permanently being cold.
Today, though, you were grateful that you were. The sharpness of the low temperature gave you something else to think about. It didn't completely mute out your thoughts of failure, but it more so shared a spotlight with those thoughts. With the cold being so persistent, you couldn't devote all of your attention to your anxieties. And you definitely preferred balancing the thoughts of failure with something else, and not just focusing on that. You would've been driven more crazy than you already were, if that were to happen.
A few minutes went by, and you saw a black van peel into The Last Laugh's parking lot with unnecessary aggression. You knew that nobody would show up to a closed club at 11:00 AM, so you knew that this was your spy. You straightened your posture, trying to put on a confident mask. You needed to be the (Y/N) the public knew, not the one that you actually were inside. That (Y/N) wouldn't get anywhere in life; the one the public knew definitely would.
The van parked at an odd angle, taking up two spots instead of one. You couldn't help but chuckle a little. Sure, Matt was a criminal. But, didn't parking so poorly lead to a deduction of style points? Wouldn't it have been much cooler if he had just whipped into the parking lot and parked perfectly? Maybe you were being too critical, but that parking provided you with a little bit of comfort. Maybe this guy wouldn't be too intimidating, and you could knock him out no problem.
You watched as he clambered out of the van, and you hummed a little in interest. He didn't look anything like you thought he would. He was very short and scrawny, had a blond buzz cut, and wore thick, black glasses. He kind of looked like a more nerdy Eminem, with slightly softer features.
You could feel yourself relax a little. This guy didn't look like much, and you'd handled armed security guards at Gotham Bank with no issues a few weeks ago. Granted, you were protected by your outfit, but still. Matt would be unassuming and would not be prepared for combat.
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Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) was new to the crime scene. She had pulled off a couple heists in Gotham along with a few other miscellaneous crimes, and a few people were beginning to take note of her name. But, what little clout she was receiving wasn't enough for he...
