The Villain you Love to Hate IC
It was a typical afternoon at the bank. People were waiting in line, mothers were being hassled by their antsy kids, tellers were obviously bored with their jobs, and the whole place had a certain quiet feel to it. The thought that a robbery could happen had undoubtedly crossed the minds of someone that day, but the events that would soon unfold was certainly not how they would have figured it to go down.
The doors of the bank burst open, armed men storming in. Behind them, a man dressed as if it were the dead of winter sauntered inside. He had a certain air of overconfidence to him as he glanced around at the startled eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am afraid that I am cinematically inclined to announce that this is a bank robbery. Don't do anything stupid, and you won't get hurt. There's no need for heroes today." The armed men patrolled the area, instructing everyone to get down and remain still. The obvious boss of them strode off towards the bank vault. He froze the giant metal door, then conjured a giant block of ice to bust it open. The glorious loot inside was much to behold. And it would be all his. Save for the pitiful amount he would share with his lackeys.