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The Joker decided to assist Jonny with packing the necessary equipment required for the heist. Guns, Ammo, Duffle Bags, Masks, the whole lot. He was hoping this would be the final heist and that it would make his life so much easier.

He wasn't a fan of the idea of being wealthy and glamorous but he also wasn't too keen on being poor. He thought money was a weakness but being poor could mean weakness too. Less Henchmen, less weapons and no sports cars to escape Batman in. It was basically a lose, lose situation. Too rich would make him weak and dependant. Too poor would make him weak and defenceless. He needed an in between. Which is also why he opened his own club. Where he could make his own money and to hold private meetings with drug lords and gang leaders in peace.

When the last of the equipment was loaded in and the final henchman took his place in the line in front of The Joker he began to speak, with Harley by his side.

"Ok so does everyone know the plan?" He started wagging a finger in the air. "I can't have people forgetting their place and ruining the whole operation." With narrowed eyes he continued. "So if anything wrong happens, Frost will be in charge and take the lead." He stated gesturing to his right hand man that stood at the side of the group. "Any questions? No? Ok let's go." He ordered as each goon piled into the waiting vans.

One by one masks disappeared into the armoured vehicles. Goats, eyeballs, teddy bears, clowns and finally Frost. Just wearing his usual cold expression.

Harley sat next to J, deciding to go equipped with her infamous mallet, still decorated with specks of stained blood. The Joker purred at the sight of her. Adrenaline pumping through her veins as she gripped onto the handle like her life depended on it.

He however was bearing his gold and purple plated revolver with a decorative ivory handle. This gun had so many memories. It had been the one thing that ended lives. It had been the last thing people see before their bodies lay limp and lifeless on the ground. It was not a weapon to be messed with especially in the hands of The Joker.

The rumbling of the van engine started as the bodies shook inside, pulling out of the back of the club. The Joker snaked his arm protectively around Harley's small waist, sliding her closer. She smiled in awe at his actions glancing up at his auds flickering from the rising sun that shone through the window.

Before she knew it the van pulled up to the bank which had fallen victim to their heist. Guns loaded and masks secured each person leaped from the stationery vehicles, making their way to follow The Joker and Harley as they took lead. Marching up the steps of the bank. Confidence and determination written on their faces.
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