Post by harleyquinn on Jul 31, 2012 23:00:00 GMT -4
Dozens of scruffy and large thugs with distressed clown masks flooded into the bank, immediately rendering the civilian public submissive in fear. Like a well-orchestrated ballet, the thugs broke up into groups, securing each exit and making sure each hostage was in-sight in the main lobby.
Behind the posse of intimidating cronies, skipped a petite frame clad in her patent leather jester suit with Bud and Lou to each side of her, large gun (which only looked like a gag gun) in hand.
A single gunshot boomed throughout the bank as a loud voice resonated from such small lungs,
"Welcome to Harley Heists, Incorperated! Brought to you by yours truly, Harley Quinn! Please sit back and relax while we rob ya out of a house and a home!" she giggled and strode past her large bodyguards effortlessly; carefree, as it seemed she was a pro by now.
All meatheads had every entrance blocked, equipped to their thick necks in weapons and gadgets, should the need arise to use them.
She cartwheeled over the clerk counter, and instructed one of her protein-filled, testosterone-driven clowns to bust down the keycode guarded locked door.
Behind the door were the offices, and the safe.
She held out her hand in an impatient, petulant manner as one of the bozos handed her a block of C-4 and wiring.
She stuck the explosive device on the door, and flipped over the counter yet again as she crouched down behind it.
She looked up at the frieghtened hostages,
"Might wanna plug your ears!" their eyes widened in fear.
"Boom!" her voice squeaked excitedly as concrete and metal debris flew around and over the counter she hid behind.
One had to admit, she had a flair for the dramatic.
She jumped up excitedly, waving the gun in all directions. The scared crowd moved back and forth, attempting to avoid the line of fire as the gun pointed in their direction. She stopped jumping when she noticed the behavior and looked at her gun.
"Oops!" she smiled and laughed as she happily strode toward the safe...
when suddenly she heard a man's voice comment.
"Criminal scum" he said. He was a well-dressed and groomed man, probably employed somewhere in corporate America.
She turned almost immediately on her heels as she followed the direction in which the voice was heard.
"WHAT WAS THAT?" she demanded and stomped her foot. The crowd was obviously at her will, as the majority looked in the man's direction, giving him away.
She sped-walked up to him, grabbed his collar, and pointed the gun upward under his chin.
"care to buy a vowel, sir?" she whispered gutterally as she cocked the trigger beneath his chin. She then laughed maniacally as she gripped his collar even tighter and slammed him backward into the wall, rendering him unconscious.
"Just like all you men! Thinking you can walk all over a strong, independent, capable woman and hold her down!" she waved her gun in the air once more, provoking wimpers from the crowd.
"Well I've had it! I'm going to do what I WANT, when I want to do it, and none of ya can stop me!"
Her stance almost invited someone, daring them to try. After a few seconds without a taker, she huffed and turned to walk towards the now-blasted safe...
She REALLY had lost it, now that Joker was dead....she was almost worse than the late Clown Prince of Crime now....
Behind the posse of intimidating cronies, skipped a petite frame clad in her patent leather jester suit with Bud and Lou to each side of her, large gun (which only looked like a gag gun) in hand.
A single gunshot boomed throughout the bank as a loud voice resonated from such small lungs,
"Welcome to Harley Heists, Incorperated! Brought to you by yours truly, Harley Quinn! Please sit back and relax while we rob ya out of a house and a home!" she giggled and strode past her large bodyguards effortlessly; carefree, as it seemed she was a pro by now.
All meatheads had every entrance blocked, equipped to their thick necks in weapons and gadgets, should the need arise to use them.
She cartwheeled over the clerk counter, and instructed one of her protein-filled, testosterone-driven clowns to bust down the keycode guarded locked door.
Behind the door were the offices, and the safe.
She held out her hand in an impatient, petulant manner as one of the bozos handed her a block of C-4 and wiring.
She stuck the explosive device on the door, and flipped over the counter yet again as she crouched down behind it.
She looked up at the frieghtened hostages,
"Might wanna plug your ears!" their eyes widened in fear.
"Boom!" her voice squeaked excitedly as concrete and metal debris flew around and over the counter she hid behind.
One had to admit, she had a flair for the dramatic.
She jumped up excitedly, waving the gun in all directions. The scared crowd moved back and forth, attempting to avoid the line of fire as the gun pointed in their direction. She stopped jumping when she noticed the behavior and looked at her gun.
"Oops!" she smiled and laughed as she happily strode toward the safe...
when suddenly she heard a man's voice comment.
"Criminal scum" he said. He was a well-dressed and groomed man, probably employed somewhere in corporate America.
She turned almost immediately on her heels as she followed the direction in which the voice was heard.
"WHAT WAS THAT?" she demanded and stomped her foot. The crowd was obviously at her will, as the majority looked in the man's direction, giving him away.
She sped-walked up to him, grabbed his collar, and pointed the gun upward under his chin.
"care to buy a vowel, sir?" she whispered gutterally as she cocked the trigger beneath his chin. She then laughed maniacally as she gripped his collar even tighter and slammed him backward into the wall, rendering him unconscious.
"Just like all you men! Thinking you can walk all over a strong, independent, capable woman and hold her down!" she waved her gun in the air once more, provoking wimpers from the crowd.
"Well I've had it! I'm going to do what I WANT, when I want to do it, and none of ya can stop me!"
Her stance almost invited someone, daring them to try. After a few seconds without a taker, she huffed and turned to walk towards the now-blasted safe...
She REALLY had lost it, now that Joker was dead....she was almost worse than the late Clown Prince of Crime now....