The Jokes On You
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DC Verse Comics › Batman
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
9,710
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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The Jokes On You
Title: The Jokes on You
By: Thomas Schiff and Tabatha Bannerman
Tabatha Bannerman sighed deeply as she leaned against the slightly crooked granite counter top. Today ... was Monday...so naturally everyone was grumpy and the day was slow.
Tapping her pen against the smooth white surface as she waited for someone to come up to her window. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a half pony tail and fell over her shoulders. Her suit was tailored to her figure and a slate black in color.
It had been almost three years of working at this place and not once was she entertained. Her boss smirked as he stepped out of his office to grab some more paper. He spotted her leaning in such a tempting position as he passed by her.
She felt him grab a hand full of her derriere, causing her to jolt. The pen dropped from her hand and slid across the counter, clattering to the floor on the other side. The man in question continued walking as if he would to any other day.
She sighed in frustration as she watched him wander off into the back. Her co-worker looked up over the rim of his glasses before pushing them up his nose. "You can file a lawsuit against him for that."
"I'm not that brave." She mumbled in an exasperated tone as she continued leaning once again. "I hate him anyway... always saying vulgar things into my ear...grabbing my ass or boobs whichever is closer...urgh!!"
Her co worker laughed slightly.
"That's not funny."
"I'm sorry Tabby..."
"You better be." She sat for a few minutes before getting up and going to retrieve her pen from the other side of the counter. She moved back to sit down and leaned back in her seat.
"I mean if one time.... just one time I could-" She was cut off as five men in clown masks came into the building. They where all holding guns, a few of them with small explosive devices strapped to their belts.
Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at them for a second. Once her mind finally registered she instinctively jumped up from her chair and backed up.
Her co-worker stared wide eyed and put his hands up slowly. He had obviously dealt with situations like this before. She did the same but kept her back to the wall. For her first time being present in the attempt of a robbery she was quite surprised she wasn't wailing on the floor or already passed out by the sight of the guns.
A man walked in behind the two. He had no guns on him, no weapon, no mask.
He had white face paint one with black around the eyes. Red covered his lips moving up onto his cheeks looking as if to cover some scars. His hair was green though from die or spray she couldn't tell from this far away. His clothes where completely purple and he wore black leather gloves.
"Hello every-one." He said as he entered the bank.
She scoffed softly as his chipper tone. He had obviously made himself accustomed to robbing banks. She looked over slightly to see her boss reaching for the silent alarm thought trying to look innocent, he was doing it badly.
She looked back slowly and took a deep breath. 'Ok Tabatha calm down...' She felt sick as a dog, her stomach turning knots, her limps growing weaker the longer she stood.
The man in the make-up looked to her boss and smiled.
"Push it." He said smiling. "Go ahead!" He laughed as he moved around the counter towards her boss. "I know something you don't know!" He said in almost a sing song voice.
She narrowed her eyes slightly as she watch him bound around the desk towards him. 'Go ahead...shoot him...Make the world a better place...' She thought as she sunk down to a sitting position. Her boss backed away the weight of his body causing him to fall backwards.
Joker paused. "Oh now this won't do." He said. "Get up." He demanded as he pulled out a small knife.
"Ok! Ok!" He whimpered as he fought his body mass to get back up, flopping onto his side as he began to sweat profusely. "Tabatha help me!" He demanded.
'Why?' She thought but stood none the less. She walked quickly over, avoiding eye contact with the precarious dressed bank robber. Wrapping her thin arms around her bosses she yanked him up to his feet and quickly backed away again.
The man laughed as the fat man flubbed around like a beached wale. He didn't even glance at the woman helping him up. Once the man was up he grabbed onto the front of his shirt. He usually grabbed onto peoples jaws when doing this, but the man was so fat he wouldn't be able to get his hand around to grip him. He licked his lips removing the saliva that escaped the side of his lips due to his scars.
"You wanna know why I have got these scars?" He asked.
"Not particularly no..." He shuddered as he began o sweat more. 'Bad move...' Tabatha thought as she stayed still, last thing she need was to get shot and end up living in the hospital for two months on her parents' insurance. Her boss swallowed loudly as his odor began to reek through out the bank.
The man licked his lips and looked ultimately upset. He put the knife inside her boss's mouth. "That's too bad." He said.
There was a loud explosion as the safe was blown open and the other men began filling bags with money.
Her boss screamed as he felt the blade inside his mouth and began to cry. Tabatha moved to speak but the explosion startled her speechless. Covering her mouth she turned slightly to her co worker who shook his head firmly to her.
The man looked towards the men and pulled the knife out of his mouth.
"Hurry it up boys." He said walking away from her boss and stepping over her not even glancing at her. The men bagged as much money as they could before moving towards the door.
As he past her the smell of musk and some hint of cologne filled her nose. The back of her throat stung as she sneezed slightly.
Her boss was trembling a few feet away unable to move from his spot apparently. 'Serves you right...' She thought as she shot a glare at him.
The joker paused by the door as his boys left. He turned to one of the men huddled by the counter.
"You..." He said walking up to the man. "You know who you remind me of?" He asked crouching down next to the man.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. 'Just leave already.' She scowled. The man stayed silent and stared at him.
"You remind me of my father." He said he pulled out a small grenade. "I hated my father!" He pulled the pin but held the latch down. He put it in the mans hand so that he was the one holding the latch. "Don't let go." Joker whispered and laughed as he left the building.
The man bowed his head as he took deep sharp breathes, holding the latch tightly. "Oh shit..." Tabatha moved over to him and knelt down, putting her hand on his back. Her co worker scrambled for the phone calling 911 quickly.
By: Thomas Schiff and Tabatha Bannerman
Tabatha Bannerman sighed deeply as she leaned against the slightly crooked granite counter top. Today ... was Monday...so naturally everyone was grumpy and the day was slow.
Tapping her pen against the smooth white surface as she waited for someone to come up to her window. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a half pony tail and fell over her shoulders. Her suit was tailored to her figure and a slate black in color.
It had been almost three years of working at this place and not once was she entertained. Her boss smirked as he stepped out of his office to grab some more paper. He spotted her leaning in such a tempting position as he passed by her.
She felt him grab a hand full of her derriere, causing her to jolt. The pen dropped from her hand and slid across the counter, clattering to the floor on the other side. The man in question continued walking as if he would to any other day.
She sighed in frustration as she watched him wander off into the back. Her co-worker looked up over the rim of his glasses before pushing them up his nose. "You can file a lawsuit against him for that."
"I'm not that brave." She mumbled in an exasperated tone as she continued leaning once again. "I hate him anyway... always saying vulgar things into my ear...grabbing my ass or boobs whichever is closer...urgh!!"
Her co worker laughed slightly.
"That's not funny."
"I'm sorry Tabby..."
"You better be." She sat for a few minutes before getting up and going to retrieve her pen from the other side of the counter. She moved back to sit down and leaned back in her seat.
"I mean if one time.... just one time I could-" She was cut off as five men in clown masks came into the building. They where all holding guns, a few of them with small explosive devices strapped to their belts.
Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at them for a second. Once her mind finally registered she instinctively jumped up from her chair and backed up.
Her co-worker stared wide eyed and put his hands up slowly. He had obviously dealt with situations like this before. She did the same but kept her back to the wall. For her first time being present in the attempt of a robbery she was quite surprised she wasn't wailing on the floor or already passed out by the sight of the guns.
A man walked in behind the two. He had no guns on him, no weapon, no mask.
He had white face paint one with black around the eyes. Red covered his lips moving up onto his cheeks looking as if to cover some scars. His hair was green though from die or spray she couldn't tell from this far away. His clothes where completely purple and he wore black leather gloves.
"Hello every-one." He said as he entered the bank.
She scoffed softly as his chipper tone. He had obviously made himself accustomed to robbing banks. She looked over slightly to see her boss reaching for the silent alarm thought trying to look innocent, he was doing it badly.
She looked back slowly and took a deep breath. 'Ok Tabatha calm down...' She felt sick as a dog, her stomach turning knots, her limps growing weaker the longer she stood.
The man in the make-up looked to her boss and smiled.
"Push it." He said smiling. "Go ahead!" He laughed as he moved around the counter towards her boss. "I know something you don't know!" He said in almost a sing song voice.
She narrowed her eyes slightly as she watch him bound around the desk towards him. 'Go ahead...shoot him...Make the world a better place...' She thought as she sunk down to a sitting position. Her boss backed away the weight of his body causing him to fall backwards.
Joker paused. "Oh now this won't do." He said. "Get up." He demanded as he pulled out a small knife.
"Ok! Ok!" He whimpered as he fought his body mass to get back up, flopping onto his side as he began to sweat profusely. "Tabatha help me!" He demanded.
'Why?' She thought but stood none the less. She walked quickly over, avoiding eye contact with the precarious dressed bank robber. Wrapping her thin arms around her bosses she yanked him up to his feet and quickly backed away again.
The man laughed as the fat man flubbed around like a beached wale. He didn't even glance at the woman helping him up. Once the man was up he grabbed onto the front of his shirt. He usually grabbed onto peoples jaws when doing this, but the man was so fat he wouldn't be able to get his hand around to grip him. He licked his lips removing the saliva that escaped the side of his lips due to his scars.
"You wanna know why I have got these scars?" He asked.
"Not particularly no..." He shuddered as he began o sweat more. 'Bad move...' Tabatha thought as she stayed still, last thing she need was to get shot and end up living in the hospital for two months on her parents' insurance. Her boss swallowed loudly as his odor began to reek through out the bank.
The man licked his lips and looked ultimately upset. He put the knife inside her boss's mouth. "That's too bad." He said.
There was a loud explosion as the safe was blown open and the other men began filling bags with money.
Her boss screamed as he felt the blade inside his mouth and began to cry. Tabatha moved to speak but the explosion startled her speechless. Covering her mouth she turned slightly to her co worker who shook his head firmly to her.
The man looked towards the men and pulled the knife out of his mouth.
"Hurry it up boys." He said walking away from her boss and stepping over her not even glancing at her. The men bagged as much money as they could before moving towards the door.
As he past her the smell of musk and some hint of cologne filled her nose. The back of her throat stung as she sneezed slightly.
Her boss was trembling a few feet away unable to move from his spot apparently. 'Serves you right...' She thought as she shot a glare at him.
The joker paused by the door as his boys left. He turned to one of the men huddled by the counter.
"You..." He said walking up to the man. "You know who you remind me of?" He asked crouching down next to the man.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. 'Just leave already.' She scowled. The man stayed silent and stared at him.
"You remind me of my father." He said he pulled out a small grenade. "I hated my father!" He pulled the pin but held the latch down. He put it in the mans hand so that he was the one holding the latch. "Don't let go." Joker whispered and laughed as he left the building.
The man bowed his head as he took deep sharp breathes, holding the latch tightly. "Oh shit..." Tabatha moved over to him and knelt down, putting her hand on his back. Her co worker scrambled for the phone calling 911 quickly.