The bank erupts into chaos. I smirk, the skull painted on my face looking like a perfect angel of death. Oh wait. I roll my shoulders, extending my wings and shoot over the head of a brazen teller once more.
“Thank you— Gotham City is mine tonight!” I cry, all trace of a British accent gone. [helps to keep my identity a secret].
“Kindly note that if any of you move, the whole place goes up.” I motion to one of the detonators in my hand which Red was so kind to set up earlier.
“And please don’t think the Bat will be able to save you, either. My friends are taking care of that one.” Carefully, I back to the door of the vault and break my way through in about two minutes. Slower than usual. I stuff my black duffel bag full of 100 dollar bills. I don’t really need the money, but what’s a criminal in Gotham if they don’t at least steal a little cash?
Heading out of the vault, I see movement out of the corner of my eye: one of the tellers has decided to be brave and is coming after me with a…is that a paperweight? Without blinking an eye, I shoot three rounds into their chest.
“Thank you for your cooperation,” say I, then throw open the doors to the bank, next I handcuff the two doorhandles together. That should hold them for a little while.
“Bats, where are you?” I sing, calling out to the sky. I walk over to Harley and stand above her, making sure she’s still asleep. Then my phone starts buzzing. Why the hell is my phone buzzing at this time of night? I glance at it, realizing it’s my work phone— the one I use for my diplomatic, Lenore Nevermore self. Why is THAT phone buzzing at this time of night…er…morning…?
Who the— it’s Alfred. Why is Alfred Pennyworth calling me now? Then it clicks. I’ve left my villanous phone at Bruce’s. DAMN. DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN. How could I have been so stupid?!
I answer the phone. “Hello?” My voice is crackly, as if I’ve just woken up— British accent back on.
“Lenore, sorry to bother you, I realize that this is an ungodly hour to be calling you,” [in London it’s 6:01 am]. “But your chauffeur, Alisdair, has been killed. A Joker card was attached to his lapel. I wanted to let you know because I’m afraid the Joker may be coming after you next.”
“Thank you for your concern, Alfred. I’ll be home as soon as I can wrap things up here. Alisdair’s will is in the secret compartment in the car.”
“Of course. Be safe.”
“Thank you.” I hang up the phone. As soon as I’m done here, I’ll break into Bruce’s and get my other phone. Thankfully, all the contact names are coded, but the questions that gadget could bring…! Then, I shoot in the direction of a pedestrian. Behind me, I hear an explosion: Gotham Inn. Then, Red comes shooting out of an alleyway, followed by Batman. Soon, they’ve made their way onto a fire escape, having a knockout dragdown session of death.
Harley moans beneath me and flutters her eyes. She groans and attempts to stand up. I stomp my foot on her stomach, holding her down.
“Raven! Let me take a crack at her!” I hear, then I turn to see the new girl, Miss, running toward me.
“I can handle this pitiful bitch. Anyway, I want her ALIVE for this.” Then I land a kick to her side. Her eyes flutter open and she jumps up into a fighting stance.
“You’ve been learning from the Cat, haven’t you, Harley?” She throws a scratch at my face, I duck, then retaliate with a punch. No sissy catfights for me.
“Yeah, cats eat birds, Raven!” She laughs, then groans when the punch lands on the right side of her face.
“The Joker doesn’t love you, Harley. He just uses you. He’s a manipulative bastard. You don’t want to get involved with him.” Low blow, but it’s true. Angry, she punches me directly in the stomach. I was distracted by Miss’s cackling like a maniac and clicking the detonator over and over again. Nothing happens. Damn. Batman must have found the source and disabled it.
“Not true! We were made for each other!” She squeals. BAM. I roundhouse kick her chin, cutting her off.
“I guess you’ll be going back to prison after this little fiasco.” I say, smug grin on my face.
“Raven, if the Joker just uses me, who’s to say that he won’t do the same to you?” She pouts, screaming her words in between punches and kicks.
“This isn’t about him. This is about you and me.” Then, I remember I have the Ghost with me. In a moment, I’ve pulled her out and shot Harley’s leg. She falls. The pain must be too great to handle.
“Watch her, Miss.” I order, hoping she’ll do as I ask. I glance up to where Red and the Bat are fighting. The Bat has somehow managed to corner Red. If she doesn’t do something soon, she’s going to fall backwards off that fire escape. I curse, then run below the fire escape. At least if she falls, I’ll catch her. I glance up to see Red clambering up the side of the building, then monkey barring across the fire escape attached to the other building as she shoots in the direction of the Bat.
“We’re out, bitches!” She laughs as the police begin to arrive. I grab the duffel bag of money, throw it to Miss, then jump on my motorcycle. I’ve got to get to Bruce’s.