The Riddler tosses a couple duffle bags over the divide at the poor tellers behind them.
"Empty your tills into those. No alarms, no dye bombs, no tricks, or I start killing. Go on, now." He gestures with his gun for the tellers to move and move they do. Capitol. There's one in particular that he moves to next, a trainee from what her badge says. "You, there. Get the manager. I'm not going to tell you twice."
The trainee looks a bit like she's about to faint but she still nods and scurries away all the same.
Benny and Trigger are doing their part without a hitch, he's fairly certain no alarm has been triggered - all in all it's leaving him in a rather buoyant frame of mind. He jauntily weaves his way through the crowd of people laying on the ground. The shouting from his henchmen is stock and not worth his attention. Stay on the ground! No heroes or everyone dies! That sort of thing. Boring but necessary.
But why spend these brief minutes bored? Why, he could be enjoying himself!
"Good people! While I'm waiting for my money, why don't we have a little game of riddles? Shall we?" He grins down at each of them as he passes. A large balding man in flannel, a smallish redhead woman, what looks to be a construction worker on break. He doubts many will rise to the task. He taps his chin, expression theatrically thoughtful under the domino mask. "It is where yesterday follows today, and tomorrow is in the middle. What is it?"
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Date: 2013-07-30 12:08 pm (UTC)"Empty your tills into those. No alarms, no dye bombs, no tricks, or I start killing. Go on, now." He gestures with his gun for the tellers to move and move they do. Capitol. There's one in particular that he moves to next, a trainee from what her badge says. "You, there. Get the manager. I'm not going to tell you twice."
The trainee looks a bit like she's about to faint but she still nods and scurries away all the same.
Benny and Trigger are doing their part without a hitch, he's fairly certain no alarm has been triggered - all in all it's leaving him in a rather buoyant frame of mind. He jauntily weaves his way through the crowd of people laying on the ground. The shouting from his henchmen is stock and not worth his attention. Stay on the ground! No heroes or everyone dies! That sort of thing. Boring but necessary.
But why spend these brief minutes bored? Why, he could be enjoying himself!
"Good people! While I'm waiting for my money, why don't we have a little game of riddles? Shall we?" He grins down at each of them as he passes. A large balding man in flannel, a smallish redhead woman, what looks to be a construction worker on break. He doubts many will rise to the task. He taps his chin, expression theatrically thoughtful under the domino mask. "It is where yesterday follows today, and tomorrow is in the middle. What is it?"