Unaccustomed to day light he ambled slowly ignoring the stares. He consciously made few daylight appearances, but he had to see for himself.
He wondered just how the Joker was redirecting his genius in the work release program.
He entered Citibank cautiously; he had met the Joker on this familiar ground before.
Nearing he heard.
“Do you know how the clown made his money?”
Bruce turned on heel and saw the Joker’s familiar grin.
He exclaimed, waving $100 bills in hand.
His training manager, who sat behind, gave reprimand.
“Sorry Mr. Wayne. Joker . . . push the product.”
“Need to organize your finances Brucie? Try one of our new comer savings accounts!”
The dark knight stood, weighing the proposition.
“It comes with a free incentive tote…”
Wayne left having opened a beginner savings account. It paid 4%, unlike crime.
That’s just good business.