6 months later
"Stay on the ground!" I commanded, pointing my gun at a young woman who attempted to stand. She cowered back to the floor, covering her head.
Alarms screeched around me.
"We done here?" I demanded, grabbing the bags of cash on the ground.
Ivy whipped around, her red hair like a danger warning.
"Watch behind you!" she cried.
I ducked and pulled myself around just in time to catch the arm of a man trying to stop me. He wore a tidy suit like most of the men in the bank, but his badge read "manager."
Letting go of him, I pointed the gun at his head and sniggered. He was slightly senior, the type of man who would act in charge no matter what position he was placed in. He scowled like a toddler about to throw a tanturm.
"You criminal scum! Where is your humanity?"
"Wake up old man," I grinned, "this is humanity. Basic human nature is what fuels us "criminal scum" in doing what we do."
"Stealing is not human nature," he retorted.
"No, you're right," I smiled, "but greed is."
He paused then, studying my face. Then realisation hit him.
"You...you're that doctor, aren't you? From Arkham. The one that went mad," he accused, "yes, I recognise your face under all that makeup. You're the doctor that escaped with the Joker."
I rolled my eyes.
"Congratulations," I said flatly.
"What was it again...Doctor Quen... Doctor Quenzel-"
"Doctor Harleen Quinzel," I told him, "failed psychiatrist."
He tried to move towards me but I pressed the gun to his head.
"Oh, you won't shoot me," he shook his head, "a leapord can't change it's spots - as a doctor you're programmed to care for human life. You can't help it," he smirked.
"I think you overestimate my compassion, sir."
Bang!
His body crippled to the floor and a deflated gasp carried around the room. I turned to the rest of the crowd.
"Anyone else interested in challenging my capabilities?"
Everyone fell silent once more and I nodded to Ivy, hauling a bag onto my back and carrying another two.
"Let's go."
We hurried out of the bank and into the stolen car.
Times had changed since Charlie's birth. I had quickly lost all the baby weight and before I knew it, I was a fully formed criminal. It was thrilling. Bank robberies. Muggings. Even vandalism became entertainment.
Jack hadn't returned, and even through our close ties to the criminal underworld, we couldn't locate him. Not a single person had seen him or heard news. Either that or he was paying them off.
"Sure took your time," sighed Riddler and we jumped into the black jag.
"Harley, what did we say? You promised!" Ivy exclaimed.
"He insulted me."
"What?" Riddler asked, puzzled for a change.
"Our no body count rule is out the window," Ivy sighed, "step on it, Ed, we're wanted for murder."
