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NEW FOLLOWERS
thewaynefromgotham // harleyquinzell // dontcallmerobin // imtruechaosbaby
"Well, well..."
thewaynefromgotham started following you
*shocked* Bianca Wayne of Wayne Enterprises? *clears throat* I mean...
Hello there Ms. Wayne, what service may I be of you or is this a social visit? *weakly smiles*
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Sheltered socialite.
thewaynefromgotham started following you
Well, well, Ms. Wayne...don't particularly remember there being a lady in th' family.
Interrupted
The men he gathered were slow. He shoved one in the back and pointed to the nearest bin, silently commanding him to go faster. The gun he gripped in his hand hung loose at his side, but was still a very real threat. He smiled, and the lackey picked up haste.
"Go, go, go, go." Ten minutes, but he wouldn't tell them that. He grimaced, pulling at the edge of his sleeve in annoyance. It was boring. It was easy.Grim, grim, pull, pluck.Where was he?
The hostages were complacent, the only one who wanted to talk lay bleeding out onto the tile of the bank. Third this week. Boring. Routine. Simple.
He pursed his lips, eyed the teller's sign that hung on wires over the farthest counter and took to aiming his semi-automatic. He clicked his tongue and pulled the trigger. Laughing as it hit with a metallic twang, ripping straight through to the wall behind, he aimed and shot again and again.