About twelvish you heard Jean beside you gasp, her hand moved to her chest and her face looked horrified, part of you didn't want to ask, but the customer opposite Jean looked as though she had just spoken the best news ever.
"Hey," a loud yell came from in front of you and a slapping of the hand on the counter, you look up to a middle aged man with a red face, "I don't have all day," he snapped again,
"Sorry sir," you smile up at him but his angry expression doesn't change,
"I want to deposit this," he pulls up a bag and dumps it into the tray in front of him and pushed it angrily through to you. You look to it and see all the change. Just perfect. You push it back at him and he looks a little shocked,
"I'm sorry sir, but my machine is broken. If you wouldn't mind moving to the teller down there and she will happily sort this out for you," you place your hands onto the desk and give him a large smile.
"Count it by hand, I am not waiting any longer!" he pushed the tray back and you had to stop it and push it back,
"Sorry sir, but that would take too long and there is already so many more people that need to be served, so please, head on down to the bottom teller," you keep the smile up and it only angers him more, you could of counted it, but not today, any other day but today,
"I will report you," he snapped and grabbed his bag,
"Yes sir,"
"You won't have a job here anymore once I am finished talking to your manager," he snarled
"Yes sir,"
"Stuck up bitch," he slapped his hand on the window that separated you from the customers, some people jumped but you just kept smiling up at him,
"Have a nice day Sir," you said nicely, he finally walked off and you had to drop your shoulders down as your whole body had tensed up.
"Y/N," Jean whispered urgently and you turned to look at her, she looked terrified, "Did you hear the bank just a few blocks away was robbed over the weekend," she said, her hand was at her chest clutching imaginary pearls,
"I think it was on the news this morning," you shrugged
"Isn't it awful. It is so close to us," she shook her head, and you were sure her face and turned a little whiter, "Aren't you happy that it wasn't us," she added, and you give her a little shrug,
"It would add some excitement to the day," you said a little too cheery. Jean looked shocked as she just stares at you,
"It isn't a good thing," she snapped a little too loudly that making people look over to you,
"No, I guess not," you try to appease her, but it would give her something to talk about, she could talk for years about how she survived it,
"I don't understand why the police or Batman hasn't stopped them yet," she was angry now and you think for a moment,
"Maybe he is on holiday," You joked trying to brighten her mood. However, this was not what Jean wanted to hear, her look as if it could kill.
"It is not funny, people are getting hurt," she snapped, and you give a nod trying to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. You turn back to the customer who was now looking slightly annoyed that you had ignored them for almost thirty seconds.
Finally lunch time arrived, and you almost ran out before anyone could invite themselves to your time. You made sure you had every minute of that forty-five minutes break, before heading back in, Ted was already talking to an old lady so that saved you from a conversation about his lunch. Jean was now talking with someone else and as you past both of them stared at you, so you tried your best to ignore them, once lunch was over the afternoon became a repeat of the morning.
Until....... with fifteen minutes before closing and a few people hurrying in to catch the bank before it closed there was three loud bangs and then screams.
You looked up to chaos, people were rushing to one end of the bank, while five people with guns and masks walked in closing the door behind them, the one in front with a joker's mask on steps forward, his gun raised, you presumed he was the one who fired the warning shots to announce their arrival. You look to Jean whose hand is already on the buzzer under the counter, you look to the other side and the other girls are pressing their buttons. Jean looks at you and your hand moves under the counter. Looking back two men have closed and locked the doors, the one in front pulls of his mask and you look to the pale face, the red stained lips, the makeup dragged up the sides of his mouth to widen his smile, the dark powder around the eyes making them look sunken, then the green hair.
"Good afternoon customers," he called as he walked towards the panicked people, "I am your villain for today," he laughed and a few people cried out. "You," he pointed to a young man with his phone out. The Joker walked towards him and looked straight down the camera, he ran a hand through his hair and smiled up at the guy, "Make sure you get my good side," he said to him, the guy's eyes just widened, "Everyone get on the floor," he yelled and then fired a shot upwards when the customers were not moving fast enough. Joker nodded to the other four men who moved through the customers and took wallet and phones from them and placed them into bags, even taking Ted's gun from his holster,
"What are we going to do?" Jean whimpers, tears in her eyes.
"What can we do? The alarms have been pressed, the police will arrive soon," you said to her. Your gaze moved to the other four, who all kept their masks on, all five of them were in purple boiler suits. The Joker walked backwards, and he stopped at the counter that was in the middle of the room, he jumped up to sit on it, his legs dangling as he stared at the tellers one by one, slowly he raised his gun and fired, the glass held but it left behind a mark, people started to scream. Slowly the gun was moved to point at you, standing straighter you stared straight back at him and he tilted his head a little, slowly another smile pulled at his lips as he fired again. You tried not to flinch as the bullet exploded off the glass.
"One of you is going to open the door," he said pointing with his gun to the door that led behind the counters. No one moved. "Five," he started and pointed the gun to the customers on the floor who were now crying out and trying to move backwards, "Four," he continued, "Three.....two......one." he sighed and moved his gun to Ted and fired. Ted yelled as his leg was hit, his hand covered the bullet wound, screams filled the room, "Five," he started again
"All right," Colin moved forward and opened the door and the four men in boiler suits rushed in, one of them using a chair to hold it open.
Joker jumped down and slowly sauntered in and moved past everyone.
"All of you, over there!" he commanded waving the gun round.
You moved with everyone else to the other side.
"What do you want?" Colin asked and Joker looked at him with a frown,
"For you to do as you are told, get over there and kneel," he commanded,
"And if we don't?" he asked folding his arms and then dropped to the floor as he was hit with the gun.
"Do I have to explain it more to you?" Joker asked bending over and looking at Colin on the floor now with a bleeding head wound,
"Take what you want and go," another bank worker said and The Joker just rolled his eyes and growled, he was getting annoyed now so he turned and raised the gun.
"Do I need you telling me what to do?" he yelled, "Do I?" he yelled again and pulled the trigger, the shot went wide and lodged in the wall. He watched as everyone dropped to their knees in front of him and his arms opened wide as he laughed. The minions were taking the money out of the drawers at each counter, one of them dropped some money and bent down, he spotted the flashing light beside the alarm button and hurried over to Joker to warn him.
"We should leave," the guy said and Joker dropped his arms and looked around,
"Who pushed the button?" he asked, no one answer so he moved forward and moved up to Jean and tapped the gun on her head, he crouched in front of her and hit her a little harder, "Who pushed the button?" he asked and Jean shook her head as she sobbed, her hands clasped in front of her,
"Me," you said quickly. Slowly his head turned, and his eyes found yours, gulping you stared directly at him, you couldn't pull your gaze away even if you wanted to, he stood up and walked towards you, and then he crouched in front of you, the gun tapped you on the head and then moved down the side of your face and under your chin. He pushed the gun upwards as he stood back up moving you with him, he held you there with the gun moving under your jaw as his gaze roamed over your body. He took his time as he stared at every inch of you, He made it back up to your eyes and his head tilted.
"And why would you do that?" he asked, "Why?....Why?....Why would you push the button?" he leaned in, the barrel of the gun was now moving down the side of your throat, he was so close to you now, you could feel his breath on your lips.
"Why wouldn't I?" you ask and his smile grew,
"Joker we have to hurry," one of his men called,
"I want the key to the deposit box room," he said, he moved away from you and looked to the others, "Who has the key?" he asked, a low growl came from his throat as people were ignoring him, so he shot another person in the leg, "I will keep going until I get them, or I run out of people," he yelled,
"We can't," Someone yelled
"And why is that?" he asked,
"Colin is the only one who knows where the keys are kept," someone yelled,
"Then wake him up," Joker walked up to Colin and kicked him, "NOW!!," he yelled. Someone moved forward to try to wake Colin while Joker paced in a circle, he looked out at the customers, who were all still on the floor.
Once Colin was awake Joker pulled him up to his feet "I want the keys to the security boxes," he waited and Colin stood there and shook his head
"Take the money, but you can't have what belongs to the customers," he staggered to his desk and leaned over it,
"Fine," Joker moved back to you, his hand snatched out and grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to the nearest desk, he pushed you slightly so your hands landed on it, you were bent slightly. Looking to the others they were all shocked about what was going to happen. You were trying to figure out if your heart rate was racing because of fear or excitement. Joker was behind you now, his hand moved up and wrapped around your throat, "Keys!" he yelled to Colin who slowly shook his head, but he looked nervous. You watched as Joker placed the gun on the table beside your hand, he then reached around you to your wrists, his body was pressed fully against your back, he pulled at your wrists and you had no choice but to lean further down until you were bent over the desk with your arms spread out. You struggled against his grip, even tried to kick him "Stay," he whispered into your ear, his hands let go of your wrists as he stood back up, his hands moving up your arms, then your shoulders, down your back as he straighten, he reached for his gun again, "Keys now, or you are all going to get one hell of a live show," he ran his hand over your ass and down your thigh, Colin again shook his head. Joker sighed as he dropped his head back and looked up to the ceiling, he turned his head and looked to Colin, "Then this is on you," he said with a smile,
You felt his hand back on your thigh moving higher, then on your hip, You tried to stand up to flinch from him but he pushed you back down harder this time, his hand on the back of your neck, He notices a movement and looks up, one of the guys who worked with you was now getting to his feet and glaring at the Joker.
"Leave them alone," he yelled,
"You want to be the hero of the story?" he raised the gun quickly, "You really willing to die the hero?" he laughed as he continued pointing the gun. One of Jokers men came up and pushed the guy back to the floor. Now he was happy that no one else was going to try anything he leaned back down over you
"Are you going to play nice?" He growled out, his voice low enough for only you to hear, his chest pressed firmly against your back, pushing you further down, his groin was now pushing very firmly against your ass.
"Never," you snapped back and tried to push against the desk, but he wouldn't let you move, you feel his hand moved between you and the desk, his fingers finding the gap between the buttons of your top, he lightly touched the flesh of your stomach and you flinch. He pushed more of his hand in so now the buttons popped off giving him more access to more skin, now with his hand moving over your stomach and his very obvious erection now rubbing on your ass you bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning, your eyes are closed as his hand moves further inside, his breath is now down the side of your throat,
"Good because I do not like it when they behave," he whispers and you have to stop your body from shivering.
"Bite me Clown," you snarl as you try harder to push against him, which only in turn causes his erection to push harder against you and he moans.
"Later, I'm a little busy trying to rob you at the moment," he laughed and stood up, just as you are about to push up from the desk you feel the slap against your ass.
"Argghhh, I'm sick of playing," he walked over to Colin and proceeded to shoot him in both legs and one arm. Colin gave in and handed over the keys, Joker sighed as he took them, and threw the keys to one of his guys and handed another a piece of paper, "Only those boxes," he said, and the guys nodded and rushed off. "You come here," he yelled to the third, who walked over to him, and Joker reached into the pockets on the guy’s leg and pulled out a rope and he turned slowly and walked towards you. "I need a hostage," he smirked and turned you around, the rope was fastened around your wrists, and he held out his hand to the third guy again and he handed over a large cloth, your eyes widen as he pushed it into your mouth and fastened it at the back of your head. He turned you back round to face him "There much better," he smirked and pulled you out to the front of the bank.
"Leave them alone," Jean called
"When the police arrive, tell them I have a hostage. They will be released once we are sure we have not been followed," He yelled out and moved you to the door. He waited, losing his patience with every moment. You are sure your heart is about to explode out of your chest at any moment. With the other four back with all the bags he nods to the one with the phones inside and the guy throws it into the far corner.
Heading out you are dragged to the waiting van that has a circus logo painted on the outside of it, with a huge face of a clown painted on it, you roll your eyes as you are thrown inside, everyone climbs in and the van takes off into traffic, masks are pulled off now and you look at all of them. Joker stands there with his hands on the ceiling as he watches where the van was going. There were sirens now in the distance getting closer, always too late. The four guys are sitting on the benches not saying a word. You turn and struggle to your knees and mumble through the gag. Joker turns and looks to you, his smile grows and he walks to you, and helps you to your feet, then reaches round and unfastens the gag,
"That tastes disgusting," you said trying to get some moisture back into your mouth, his smile fades and he looks to the gag and now he's angry, moving past you he stands in front of the third guy and grabs him, lifting him up to his feet he has one hand on the back of his head and the other around his throat,
"You gave me a dirty rag to put in their mouth?" he asked, trying to remain calm,
"I didn't know sorry," the guy tried. Joker nodded to the other man who had been sitting beside him. The second stood up and moved to the back doors and opened it.
"You survive this, you can come back to work," Joker said, tilting his head slightly,
"No, sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean......," he started to grovel and you watched as Joker threw him out of the moving van and into traffic, you saw cars swerving before the doors were closed again.
"One question?" you asked and Joker turns to stare at you, with the rope on the floor at your feet you walk up to him and hit him in the middle of the chest, "What the hell took you so long? Six months I was stuck in there for," you raised your voice a little and he smiled,
"I needed someone who blended in," he reached up to cup your cheek and you knocked his hand away.
"Six months I blended in for. I even cut the wires to the alarm buttons, thinking you would be there in a few weeks," folding your arms you pouted as you watched as his hand snatched out to the back of your head and pulled you forward into a bruising kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck as your body is pressed against him, you could never resist his kisses,
"I have something in mind to make it up to you," he raised his head and looked down at you,
"Like what?" you ask looking down as his fingers were now unfastening what was left of your buttons.
"A jewellery store with your name on it," happy that your shirt was now open his hands moved inside and around your waist, he pulled you quickly to him, his hands moving round to your back then down to your ass and picked you up. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist and you lean down to kiss him but stop just shy of his lips
"Did you bring my bat?" you whisper,
"And a sledgehammer," he started laughing as you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him,
"Best day ever," you yell with a laugh,
"Oh it's going to get so much better," he laughed as he pushes you up against the side of the van and kisses you very hard, eliciting moans out of both of you.
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