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Bella ripped up the papers in her hands.

She had gone to the most popular bank in Gotham to open a checking account and transfer everything over. They handed her a small packet and then she had to spend half an hour filling it out.

On a small chair near a small cubicle around the corner from the door, she took her time, making sure to get all the information correct.

She was startled when gunshots sounded and was immediately on her feet and inside the cubicle, peeking around the corner to see what was going on. The man inside with her, sitting at his desk, reached below the seat for something. He removed his glasses and frowned.

She didn't move an inch and just hoped that no one came in her direction. Her good luck had to last through this. It just had to.

She peeked around the corner again and saw men with clown masks?- taping grenades to people's hands. One guy was pulling tellers over the counter and dropping them to the floor so that the other two could give them a handy little explosive of their own.

Bella's eyes were drawn back to the man in the cubicle with her. He was standing now, shotgun in hand. She shook her head frantically and whispered, "You don't know how many there are. What if more come? You'll get killed?"

He shrugged and stepped out into the main lobby.

Bella took that as a chance to duck under his desk and watch from the small opening at the bottom.

The man continued forward, shooting the gun at a man whose back was turned. He went down easily.

The other two hit the floor, hiding behind the evenly situated stands in the center of the room.

Another shot and Bella rolled her eyes. He was wasting bullets by shooting at wood instead of waiting for the enemy to show. He was going to die, just like she said.

If she made it out of this without a scratch, she'd have to get some Vodka later. A celebration would be in order.

The man tried to shoot again, but realized he was out and a masked clown jumped up and shot him.

The wall behind the counters where the tellers usually stood exploded and there stood a woman, decked out in red and black, wearing a black mask and holding a large sledgehammer that resembled a wooden barrel with a stick on it. In Bella's opinion at least.

"Hiya! Yooze all gonna be sleepin' wit da fishes if yooze actin' like a schutch!" the woman cackled in the worst Brooklyn accent Bella had ever heard. What the hell was a shooch anyway?

She skipped in, twirling the large weapon like it was nothing. "Oh, Puddin'! I gotta axeya a question?!"

"And what, might that be?"

Bella looked over to see a man in a long purple trench coat and greasy dyed green hair stepping into the room lightly. Bella was awed that a man was able to walk so gracefully when he wasn't a vampire. When he turned, she gaped. What the hell was with the clown get-up? Was this an on the road circus that robbed banks or something?

"Um jus' wonderin' if da guy on da ruff was impawent tooya?!"

The clown, whose red smile was dramatically splayed across his lips and up his cheeks, grinned, making a terrifying face. "Not at all Harley, dear."

"Oh, Mista J!" the woman, now known as Harley, squealed. She then moved to jump on the man, but was elbowed in the stomach as soon as she came within two feet of him.

Bella was wondering what was wrong with the woman as she literally fell to the floor but rolled over and flipped to her feet like it was nothing and started skipping around the clown man, humming some sort of tune. She was obviously nuts.

"Harley, darling. You know what to do," the purple clown said, waving a switchblade that appeared in his hand at the two masked guys.

Harley grinned and leaped over a table, brandishing her hammer over her head and bringing it down on the one man's head. The other jumped to the side and pulled out his gun, aiming it at her. The purple clown was faster though and had literally thrown his blade, hitting the man's hand and making him drop his gun with a pained cry.

Harley turned from her victim to him and they circled each other. She smiled as he looked between her and the other clown, trying to keep both in his sights.

Harley put the hammer behind her back and pointed at her face with her left hand, "Yooze got a little schmutz right dea."

"How?" he asked, falling for it and touching his face.

The purple man fell into obnoxious laughter, slapping a knee just for the hell of it.

There was a loud beep before the wall of the bank exploded and the back-end of a school bus slammed into the masked clown, knocking him into a nearby table. His body went limp quickly and red seeped from under the mask and onto the floor.

Harley gave a high titter and jumped up and down, "Dat's how!" she cheered, answering his question posthumously.

Another masked clown entered the room, pulling a long cord that had several large black bags connected to it.

The purple man turned and asked, "Is that all of it?"

"Yeah. Who knew the mob bosses liked this bank so much?" the man answered.

Mr. J, as Harley had called him, gave a huff and then whipped out a gun and shot the man between the eyes. "Of course they like it, it's their bank," he grumbled, kicking the body just for fun.

He then grabbed the line and towed it on over to the bus where another masked man appeared, helping to pull it all in. "That's a lot of money. Did he piss you off, Boss?" he said, looking behind the clown man.

"Yes," the man nodded, shooting the goon before him as well.

"Well, Harley, let's get going!" he said, jumping into the bus.

"Awright, Mista J!" she giggled, blowing a kiss to one of the men on the floor and hopping into the bus.

The bus pulled out of the wall and was gone. There was silence in the bank for about half a minute.

Bella broke it, by coming out from under the desk and ripping the papers in her hands into several pieces and stuffing them into her purse where she would proceed to burn them later.

There was no way in hell she was getting a bank account at a mob bank! No way in hell!

She stalked from the building, planning to get away before the cops showed up. She didn't want to be on the news or anything and wanted to get out of here and pronto.

She had just been in a bank that had gotten robbed by a clown and his girl. What the hell? She was so getting some Vodka later.

Bella rolled her eyes as she stacked papers in a certain order. The t.v. in Mr. Fox's office was telling about the robbery of Gotham Bank earlier that morning and she couldn't help her reaction when one woman went on a whole rant on how she thought the Joker, that was the name of the purple clown, was hitting on her. She then gave a false statement and was given police protection because of it.

"Some women are ridiculous," Bella mumbled to herself as she situated the piles evenly.

"You think she's being over-dramatic?" Fox asked from his desk.

She fixed the man with a look, "Sir, I was there this morning. I was halfway through the paperwork when the clowns showed up. I slid into a nearby cubicle and when the guy working in it pulled out and shotgun and stepped into the main lobby, I gave him a warning and hid under his desk, watching everything. He was shot because he didn't use his bullets sparingly and then the Harley girl showed up. She asked a question and the purple clown appeared. They talked a bit. She tried to hug him and got an elbow in the stomach instead. Purple guy then told her to kill the two masked clowns and she got one and he got the other to drop his gun with a well thrown switchblade. A bus came through the building and killed him. Then Mr. Purple and Harley took care of the guy who got all the money and they left together. He wasn't even in the room for two minutes and his attention was on killing and Harley the entire time. Not once did he show anyone else attention. This girl just wants some publicity and I find that annoying. Who in their right mind would be proud to say that a purple clown, who is considered to be a psychopath, is interested in them?"

He gave her an odd look, "Why didn't you remain in the bank then?"

"I hate attention. If I stayed, they would have questioned me or something and I would become an open target. That girl who just lied her face off, is a big symbol now and may just get the attention that she wanted. And it won't be good. Let her lie and when the purple guy goes after her just to prove a point, she'll regret it."

He smiled, "Well, I have to admit that you're most likely correct. I have a feeling that the Joker won't let Gotham assume that he's interested in a random girl. He'll probably do something, sooner or later, if someone doesn't stop him."

"Who could stop him? From what I've only seen today, he's been in and out of the police station and that asylum several times. He's probably a master escape artist if he can get a straight jacket off without a problem. There are people out there who spend days practising how to get out of one. Since they obviously can't hold him, just finish him when they actually have him. Otherwise, they're wasting resources attempting to contain him because he'll just keep on getting out and ruining the city and making the cops look bad."

Mr. Fox looked at her in silence, mulling over her words. "You are right. It's sad that the only way that he can be stopped, is by death though," he finally sighed.

"Well, it's either the life of a murderer or the lives of the entire city. I don't think death should be the answer either, but it's the only one, because Purple Man is smart and he will always come back. He's isn't insane like people think, he just has a very warped sense of humor. I looked him up when I got to work and from what I've seen, he's a genius and isn't going to be taken down easily. If he can create a bomb in seconds and think ahead far enough to implant it in one of his men to help him escape a tight spot, he's intelligent. If he can throw a small blade across a room and hit his target without issue, he's got skill. If he can escape from a high security asylum with people not knowing for days, he's talented. And if he can pull off a bank robbery and the cops don't show up until an hour and half after he's gone, he's impressive. You can't beat someone like that, because he'll always find a way. Death, unfortunately, is the only option for him. And it's an easy way out considering all the things he has done."

Lucius nodded and gave a heavy sigh. "I never thought of it like that, but you're right. I must say, I'm impressed that you could think of all this so quickly," he smiled.

"I'm a watcher. I like to get facts and then form an opinion of my own. I've always been far too perceptive to everything and sometimes I weird people out with what I notice, that they think no one will see."

The phone of Fox's desk rang and he answered, leaving Bella to finish her stacking and ordering.

"Well, that was Mr. Wayne. He's hosting a fundraiser tomorrow and is inviting several business associates. I'm afraid I will need you to attend and take attendance of everyone who arrives. This could lead to possible business deals that could make a difference for the future of the company. Word of warning, don't dress in anything revealing and keep away from Mr. Wayne. His reputation isn't of the best and you don't want to get roped into anything with him."

She snorted, "You don't have to worry about that. Do you know how I'm supposed to dress, because I don't have any dresses."

He stared at her in shock. "Nothing?" he asked in astonishment.

"I don't do parties and things like that," she admitted, embarrassed by her lack of social life.

Fox had his cell phone out and was pressing buttons madly. "Size s for dress and shoe please?" he asked.

"Six for both," she said slowly. "What are you doing sir?"

"I have a feeling that you've never shopped for a dress before, which means I need woman with great taste and experience in this department."

"And who would that be, sir?" Bella queried, getting a bad feeling.

"My wife."

She sighed in relief. Mr. Fox was like, fifty, so his wife had to be about the same age and probably knew how to choose the correct and appropriate sort of clothing. She shouldn't; have to worry at all. She hoped.

"Okay, she'll give it to me and I'll bring it in tomorrow. I told her to get black, because you don't seem the type to like standing out. She's getting you a pair of kitten heels also."

"Thank you, sir," Bella flushed.

"It's nothing. Now, what are the plans after lunch?"

Bella's worries drifted away as she listed off all his appointments for the afternoon. He was a very busy man and she didn't have time to be worrying, because she was a busy woman.

A week in Gotham and so far, she had met an obnoxious billionaire and a nice CEO of a vast company, witnessed a bank robbery by a supervillain dressed like a clown and came out alive and perfectly healthy, was scheduled to go to some sort of fundraiser held by a rich snob and was somewhat saved from opening up an account at a mob bank. All in the span of seven days. Wow!

She sighed, wondering if her time in Gotham would get even more exciting than it already was. Probably not.

Only much later, would she realize the error of her thoughts.

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