I look up at the sky, wincing as a couple of drops of rain hit my face. Stormy again. Aw, well. I stare up at the face of Gotham General Bank and smile. I had gotten wind through the contacts that I have that Penguin was planning on robbing this place. Silly bird. Doesn't he know how territorial wolves can get? Besides, I was gonna rob it first. He only got out of prison a few days ago! Thanks to me, might I add. I blow a strand of white hair away from my face and walk up the fancy steps, then push open the glass doors. Golden lightbulbs give off a glow that contrasts the gloom outside, and heat washes over me.
I look around nonchalantly as I get in line. Well, that's interesting. Two security guards, big and burly. Those are new. Hm. I raise an eyebrow and walk to one of the counters, placing a check on the granite. "Hey,I'd like to make a deposit." The lady behind the counter smiles and nods, then does whatever bank tellers do. I blow some air out of my mouth and tap my fingernails on the counter. I should do it tonight. I'm too bored to wait, this is stupid. Ugh.
-----that night-------
With a satisfied smile I take out my phone and begin hacking into the security. Yeah, I've gotten pretty good at it.
I shut down all the cameras in the vicinity and begin to undo the vent grate, setting it gently to the side. A thrill fills me as I see they've put a fan in my way. Well, I'll just have to find another way in. I run to the fire escape and pull the ladder down, then climb to the roof. Looking around, I spot another vent, and, after unscrewing the top, slide down it. It leads straight into the vault. Silly, silly people. They didn't think to block this one up? Unzipping my generic green duffel bag, I start sliding money into it. Honestly, they should probably put this somewhere safer, like not out in the open. Metal boxes, or something. Considering how many times this place has been robbed. I blow some hair out of my face and hoist the duffel bag over my shoulder and dropped my signature knife. I turn my head at a strange whirring sound to my right and raise an eyebrow, looking over at the vault door. It promptly explodes. I yelp and back up, covering my face. "Ah, what the fuck?!" Coughing, I squint into the smoke, watching a few green bills curl up and burn. Waste of money.
A short, wide figure steps into the vault, looking around and breathing in deeply. "Well boys, we're in!" In a VERY british accent, he calls back to what I assume is his gang. Maybe his friends? I dunno, do people just get up and go 'Hey guys, lets go rob the bank?' I dunno. Anyways, I freeze and stare at him. He turns and spots me, then freezes as well. We both stare at each other as men file into the vault behind the guy. Yeah, gang. Definitely....oh, wait. Monocle, pocket watch, formal tux...... oh. Penguin. I give him a sheepish smile and wave.
"And who might you be, love? It's not often my robberies get interrupted." Penguin holds up his hand, stopping his men from advancing. I giggle and rub the back of my neck. "Uh... sorry. I just thought I'd challenge myself after the mass breakout today. I guess you had the same idea... or... something. Anyways, I'll get out of your way now. Sorry for the interruption." I smile and start moving towards the now-open vault door. Now that Penguin made his way in here, with such 'finesse', might I add, Batman will be on his stubby little tail. Penguin growls and steps forwards, blocking my exit. "I'm sorry, love. You didn't answer my question, and I believe you have something of mine. If you don't hand it over, I'll allow my boys to... ah..take 'advantage' of you."
Ah
Hell
No.
I put my hand on my hip. "Excuse me, asshat? I'm sorry, but I earned this money fair and square. Just because I got here first is no reason to jump to extreme measures. I thought you were supposed to be the gentleman, Penguin. But obviously you're just some greasy old pervert in control of a lot of muscle." I watch the gang's eye's widen collectively and Penguin takes in a deep breath. "You'd better take that back, missy." I flip my hair and squeeze past him, then turn around at the vault door. "Nah." Immediately, about forty guns were pointing at me.
Well, shit.
I sigh and play it cool, staring directly into the eyes of the gang leader. I hear a few thumps behind me. "Uh.... did you hear that?" Penguin leans over and looks past me. One of his goons gasps. "IT'S THE BATMAN!" Fantastic. I waited too long. I turn and sprint to the door, passing a dark blur. Shots ring out behind me, and I feel something hit my left shoulder. Stumbling, I knock into the glass door and fall down the steps out front, managing to put my duffel bag between me and the ground. Gritting my teeth, I grab my left shoulder and wince. Pulling my hand away, I watch blood run down my hand and onto my wrist. Goddamn it. Sucking in breath, I pick up the bag and shift it so it covers the wound. I stand up and start walking towards my hideout. It stops drizzling and starts pouring rain, and I groan. Fantastic.
I sweep some hair out of my face and look up just in time to bump into someone else..... with my left shoulder. I snarl in pain and grab it again. "Ow! Mother-ducking- ugh. Sorry, dude. I wasn't paying attention." The person looks up and I catch a glimpse of red eyes and a black mask. Then the person speeds up and disappears into the gloom. I raise an eyebrow, then wince and turn back to the direction of my hideout. Eh, better get this wound clean.
