"Aw, puddin', I'm sick of waitin'! When will he show up? I've been itchin' to try out this new mallet!"
"Quiet, Harley! Paitence is the key here...We've set the trap, now we just wait for him to take the bait."
The Joker and Harley Quinn stood, waiting as patiently as they could, outside Gotham National Bank, where an alarm was blaring loudly. Harley stood on the top step leading to the bank, delicately balancing on her tiptoes with a huge grin plastered on her pale face. In one hand she was holding a bulging bag of money, which looked like it could burst at any second, and in the other hand she held a huge mallet with a painful-looking wooden head. The Joker was positioned on the bottom step, crouching down in a squatting position. He, too, held a large bag of money in one hand, but in his other hand there was a sleek, black gun.
"Hey, puddin'...Do you hear that? It sounds like-" stuttered Harley, dropping her money bag and spilling the contents onto the street.
"He's brought the cavalry," breathed the Joker, slowly standing up. Sure enough, there was a strange noise coming from a few streets away, and it was quickly growing louder. It was a strange mix of the revving of a motorcycle, the squealing of tyres on tarmac and the whirring of propellers.
"Harley, I think we had better get going," whispered the Joker, slowly inching towards a bright red and black motorcycle which was parked in front of the bank, "quickly Harley, get on!"
"I'm-a comin', puddin'," squealed Harley, quickly scooping up as much money as she could off the street and leaping on the seat of the motorcycle behind the Joker. The Joker started the engine and began to speed off in the opposite direction, trying to get as far away as possible from that strange noise which was growing ever louder.
They were four streets away, when, suddenly, there was a loud thud on the street in front of the Joker and Harley. Harley let out a sharp scream and the Joker brought their getaway vehicle to a halt. In front of them was a figure crouched on the ground, looking as though he had just jumped from the rooftops above them. He slowly got to his feet and glared at the pair of criminals, whose looks of shock were slowly turning into anger. The figure had short, messy black hair and wore a black mask over his eyes. He was sporting a red outfit with a canary-yellow "R" etched onto the left breast. His strange outfit had short green sleeves and he wore black trousers under his golden utility belt, which held multiple pieces of sleek black pieces of equipment. A yellow cape was billowing out behind him in the harsh wind of Gotham city.
"And who the hell are you s'posed to be?" snapped Harley, gracefully disembarking the motorcycle. "Robin, the Boy Blunder?"
A dark grin swept across the figure's face, but was quickly gone. "I'm Jason Todd, but, yeah, you can call me Robin," he said, speaking with a low voice.
Then, without so much as a warning, the Joker whipped out his gun and fired a few rounds at Jason. But he saw this coming. He leapt into the air and withdrew a sharp, bat-shaped object from his utility belt and flung it towards the Joker. The wing of the object jammed into the barrel of the gun, which the Joker promptly cast aside. Harley stared at the figure, who was now engaging in an enthralling fist-fight with the Joker. She shook her head and crept behind him, her mallet raised high above her head.
"Peek-a-boo, ya freak!" she yelled, bringing the mallet down on Jason's head with a sickening crack. Jason slumped to the ground with a thud, a look of surprise etched onto his unconscious face.
The Joker wiped a drop of blood from his long, crooked nose and spat a yellow tooth on the ground.
"What should we do with 'im, puddin'? Leave 'im here? Run 'im over? Oooh, ooh, we could dump 'is body in the river!" said Harley, jumping up and down on the spot.
"Quiet, Harley!" the Joker snapped, "Batsy could be here any minute. We should take the idiot boy's body with us to the warehouse, and let Batman come running after him."
However, before they could make any more evil plans together, there was a blinding flash of light. The pair staggered to the floor, shielding their eyes. When the light had finally faded, Harley leapt to her feat elegantly while the Joker stayed on the ground, rubbing his eyes groggily.
"Puddin..." Harley squeaked, staring at the ground where Jason's body had been just a minute ago. "Puddin, he's- he's gone!"
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Secrets & Shadows (A DC fan-fiction)
FanficThe Dark Knight isn't exactly the most sociable person, but he knows there are some people whom he can rely on. His closest allies. His friends. His family... But when a mission goes wrong under mysterious circumstances, he begins to suspect corrupt...
