Wonder girl rose an eyebrow looking at the monitor and then back at the team. "Guys... why do I have a feeling that something wrong is happening?" Now noticing Lucy arriving, the other girl in the team. Thank god! "Hey Lucy! And yeah we were thinking about going for ice cream but I just have a feeling that something is wrong.. also why would the city be this quiet for this long..? I don't buy it.." she said looking back at the monitor and placing her hand on her hips. All she wanted to do was buy ice cream with her friends and that's it. But there was something a bit off about this..hopefully nothing bad would happen in a beautiful sunny day like this!

Overlord floated a few feet off the ground, covered in blood, and holding the body of one of the villagers by the collar of their shirt. "Pity. I meant to interrogate at least one of them," he said, dropping the body and beginning to ascend upward. Then he heard a muffled whimper come from behind him. He turned back around to where he heard the sound. He approached the door to one of the homes and blew a hole in the wall, just to be more intimidating then he already was. On the far side of the room were two small children being huddled together by an older teenage girl. "You wouldn't happen to be able to speak English would you? I'd hate to have to kill ones as young as yoursel-" "I know little," the oldest girl said. "Don't interrupt me!" Overlord shouted, sending a bolt of electricity towards the wall behind her. All three of the hostages screamed in fear. "Now, what is the most powerful country on this world?" he asked, mocking politeness. "The-the United States," she replied. "And in which direction would this 'United States' be located at?" The girl pointed North. Overlord grinned before taking off in the direction given to him. "If I know myself well enough, my counterpart has to be the ruler of this 'United States.'" Overlord incorrectly assumed. Now, it's just a matter of finding him and wiping him off the face of this world.

Sarah: Well so far so good today. Sarah had made the mistake last night of going out for some air. It had all been fine until a couple little incidents happened. She averted a traffic accident and prevented a fire from starting. Hell she even saved a cat from a tree. Such an annoying side effect of her powers. She got back late because of it and lost out on some sleep. Dropping her head against her desk she groaned slightly. Sure the healing would fix the sleepiness but the constant diversions were getting old. Not particularly interesting in leaving her room she did have to get something to eat. Rising and healing herself so she wouldn't look like a total disaster Sarah walked out. This place still had that new feeling for her. Avoiding the monitors she overheard some of the others talking about ice cream. That actually sounded good, if only it meant not having to go outside. Still maybe she could get some anyway. "Could you maybe bring something back for me?"

As Orb Weaver and his crew combed their way through the bank's interior, Orb Weaver couldn't help but find the security in the building to be a tad lacking. Already he'd personally disposed of two security guards with nothing more than choke hold and a quick strike to the head with his gun. His team had also taken out several other guards in a similar manner, but left them alive at Orb Weaver's request. "You'd think they'd hire more adept security than these guys if they're protecting everyone's money." Orb Weaver muttered to one of his team as he nonchalantly went through an unconscious guard's wallet and took his money. With no further distractions, the thieves made their way to the vault room, where Orb Weaver waisted very little time setting up shop. The criminal hooked up his tablet to a key pad and began to type furiously on the device to extract the code he needed. Everything was going just as planned, with nary a flaw to be seen. Of course things had to go wrong. Orb Weaver turned to say something to one of his team only to have the words die in his throat as a security guard turned the corner. Everything seemed to run in slow motion, Orb weaver's blood ran cold as one of his team raised their rifle and fired, downing the guard with a three shot burst. Orb weaver sat stunned for a few moments before finally, "YOU IDIOT! I SAID DON'T SHOOT!" he snarled. "He would've called for backup, what was I supposed to do!?", Orb weaver let out a stream of profanity out of frustration. He'd been in jobs where people had gotten injured before sure, but murder was in a whole different league. It was too late to turn back though, with most of the code having been encrypted and deciphered. "Alright I want a perimeter set up until this is done, guard the door. Once it's open we fill our bags and get out. By now i'm sure someone's called the police.". Exactly as Orb weaver predicted, a few people having heard the gunshots had already pulled out their phones and dialed 911. Orb weaver continued his typing, pushing the thought of the dead man behind him out of his mind with some effort.

Pariah Intro Setting The Mood Last Night... A young man looking to be in his early twenties awoke to find himself strapped to an operating bed. His wrists, ankles, legs, upper body, pretty much anywhere he could wriggle about was held down with the only exception being his head which turned every which way trying to figure out where he was. The man struggled to get out of his restraints for a moment before finally giving in to the panic and calling for help. "HELP! IS ANYONE THERE?!", almost immediately a shadowy figure burst through the door at the end of the room. "Oh thank god someone found me, listen please you have to get me outta-", he stopped mid sentence once he notice the figure stand still just out of the light above. Whoever she was didn't come here to rescue him, the sinister smile gave it away. "...no no no no please please you have to let me go I didn't do anything to you!", he pleaded desperately for his life but to no avail. The figure revealed itself once it stepped into the light, "You're right you did nothing to me. But it isn't revenge I'm after. You see I've been watching you and I know your little secret" "W-what are you talking about", he asked while barely holding himself together. He looked like he was about to pass out. That would have to wait till later because Pariah was not done with him yet. "Don't play dumb I really dont give a shit if you talk now or not because I'll get my answers soon enough", her patience was short especially when someone was preventing her from continuing her work. "Listen if you want money I have money I can give you whatever you want I swea-" "Yep, wrong answer", was the last thing she said before opening the drawer beside the bed to reveal a myriad of surgeon tools along with various torture devices. "Alright let's see-oh could you shut up! I'm trying to think here!", the victim was crying uncontrollably at this point and as a result received a swift and hard punch to the jaw. "Good you've shut up...let's see here, OH perfect. Ok here's what's going to happen: you're going to tell me where I can find your other metahuman friends or I will twist your toes with this plier. Also if you take to long to answer or I just generally don't like your answer your toes'll get twisted. Ok now here is the best part, if you answer all my questions before I twist all your toes then I'll let you go. Sound like a deal?", Pariah's eyes had a look of delight as she told the rules to her captive. It could be said that she took pleasure out of torturing people and in all honesty it would be true. The young man nodded silently while trying to stifle his cries. "Good now let's get started", to the man's horror Pariah clamped the pliers onto this little toe and twisted it to the right until it was broken, the sick sound of his bone cracking beneath the skin accompanied by his screams echoed through the room. "That was incentive to cooperate, now let's really begin. Where are the other metas?", Pariah waited only a mere 3 seconds before getting ready to twist another toe. Fortunately the man spoke out past the pain, "I DON'T KNOW! WE USUALLY MEET UP IN SOME CONDEMNED HOUSE NEAR MY PLACE" "And their powers? The last time you were with them I saw two boys and a girl around your age what are their powers?" "The girl, Heather, she can use fire. The guys, Zack and Jason both can fly that's it that's all I know I swear!", his pain began to dull but was present enough to cause a good amount of discomfort. "Thank you for your cooperation. Would you look at that? I didn't have to break all your toes! You know what that means right? You get to go home!", Pariah removed his restraints and helped him up off the operating bed. "Really...your letting me go?" "Of course! I always keep my word now go on now, the exit is through that door, down the hall and the stairs on your right then the door to outside if at the bottom of the steps", Pariah watched him take a few steps toward the door before hitting him in the back of yhe head and knocking him out. When he awoke he found himself tied to a chair with duct tape over his mouth. Unlike last time Pariah was already there sitting in a chair a short distance away. "Oh good your awake, listen I know I said I'd let you go but it was actually a lie. You see you and your little gang of metas have been causing trouble in the city with you store robberies, muggings, burglaries, that sort of stuff. In all honesty I could not live with myself knowing I let a dangerous criminal back out onto the streets. Now if you notice you are soaked in something that would be gasoline., Pariah pulled a lighter out from her pocket and waved it in her hand before flicking it on. The man struggled hard but to no avail, the chair was bolted to the ground. "HEY HEY HEY! What's with the crying huh?I thought you were a hardened criminal but I guess your just a little bitch! If you ask me you need to lighten up, she threw the lighter at him and in seconds he was engulfed in flames. His screams were muffled by the duct tape until it was no longer needed, he passed out from shock and the fire claimed him soon after. "Hehe...lighten up"

As the other members of the team assembled at the central monitors Casan experienced an odd feeling along with Cassie. Something was off and he had a feeling the moniters would enlighten him on the cause of his distress. Placing a finger on the touchpad he activated the alert system. It scanned for nearby crimes or anything of importance to the team. Sure enough the moniters brought on screen a robbery taking place. "We have a situation: A bank robbery in process, six suspects reported at the scene brandishing shotguns and assault rifles. Shots fire but all information coming out of the bank has ceased. The police do not have a visual on the suspects and it is unknown if anyone was killed. Blue Arrow, what course of action do you suggest we take?", it seemed as if Casan would get the work he was looking for.

Having been alerted to the situation Sarah suddenly came to attention. Of course, now her curse was kicking in and preventing her from ignoring this. "Where is it?" Walking over she looked at the information herself. It was practically on their doorstep. "A poor choice to do a heist." She was one to talk. The whole reason she was here now was because she knocked off a museum.

Orb Weaver clutched his tablet in a death grip with one hand, his fingers flew across the device as if they were possessed, he was so close to getting the vault open. He paused momentarily to pull up his radio, "I thought you assholes claimed to b professionals!" he barked to the driver who remained in the car outside. The device crackled for a bit before a reply came, "What're you talking about, we are!", "Well obviously not, one of you trigger happy friends just killed a cop." Orb weaver spat back venomously, "Jesus chirst...". Orb weaver rolled his eyes beneath the mask, "Call on him later, we're almost done here, how's it looking out there?". The driver held the radio away from his face and rolled down the window a bit to listen out, "Some sirens in the distance. Maybe five, ten minutes away tops. No sign of any supers though.". Orb weaver clucked his tongue, "Good, keep the car running but don't move until we come out. That van better handle better than it looks.". Without waiting for a reply, Orb weaver shoved the radio into his coat and looked at the tablet in his hand, his frustration momentarily turning to elation as he finally gained access to the vault's systems. "Alright boys we're in business. One of you stay to guard the door, the rest of you on me with the bags." He barked as he stood and pressed one more button on the tablet, "Open sesame.". The vault opened with a hiss and a click, just in time for another three round burst to ring out. There was a yell as another guard dropped to the ground out in the hallway, though Orb weaver didn't have time to lament the loss of life. He shoved the tablet into his bag and along with three of the four men piled inside and began to grab what they could, the team using duffels, while Orb weaver used his own back pack. What the others did at this point was of no consequence so long as he received his cut. Once his bag was filled to the brim, Orb weaver zipped it up and ran out of the vault to help cover the others, pulling out his pistol and turning off the safety as he stacked up at the part of the doorway across from his team mate. "You couldn't have just nicked him or something? Jesus I can see his fucking brain matter from here!" Orb weaver hissed as he peered momentarily out of the door way.

Lucy aka Torch Lucy looked at the monitor and sprung into action. "I'll go get ready," she said, running off to her room to get into her outfit. She quickly changed into her crime fighting gear, an outfit that consisted of a vest with kevlar over key spots, a hood connected to her vest that contained an ear piece and microphone so she could communicate with the team, and then some pants and combat boots. The whole outfit was a bright white that gave off a sort of glow if one looked quickly. She jogged back out to the others where Casan had just asked Blue Arrow what the plan was. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ John aka TK John was heard the sirens rush up behind him and the police car speed past. He smirked. So someone else was causing some trouble in Happy Harbor. He decided to follow the police, running after the cars and following the sounds of sirens to a bank that was surrounded by police. He smirked. A good old fashioned robbery. He grinned wickedly before deciding to have some fun. He jogged around to the back of the bank and noticed that it was devoid of cops. Perfect. He concentrated and began using his telekinesis to pick himself up and towards the roof of the bank. Once he reached the top he bent over to catch his breath. Using his power on himself always left him slightly nauseous. Once he had regained his orientation he strode over to the roof entrance and flicked his wrist, sending the door flying forward into the bank with a loud clang. He smirked again and swaggered inside, climbing down the ladder until he was on the ground floor, in a janitor's closet. He'd wait until he knew there weren't any guys with guns waiting to shoot him before stepping out to play. He was arrogant but he wasn't stupid.

Charles heard Casan talk about a bank robbery and Warlock became interested. It was a while since he had seen some action and the dark powers within him wanted out. His eyes began to glow a eerie red as the coloration of his face was starting become black and white. "I say we go and take this scum down" he said to the others

The driver of the getaway van cursed silently as he watched someone run around the back of the bank and begin to levitate. For a moment he feared that he'd have to go out to confront this person, however the figure ascended to the roof of the bank and disappeared from view. He fumbled for his radio for a second and brought it to his face, "Orb Weaver, we got a super that just went topside. Just flew up like it wasn't a thing. He might've gotten in through the roof by now.". Orb weaver grimaced as he heard this and brought up his radio, "Acknowledged. Stay in position, we'll be out shorty.". The villain stuffed his radio into his pocket and turned to his cohorts just as they came out with bags filled to the brim with money, "Alright you heard the man. We got a super in the building. Capable of flight and only who knows what else, be on your guard. And for gods sake if you have to shoot, shoot to maim, not kill." he said giving a pointed look at the man next to him. With their money secured, Orb Weaver and his group cautiously exited the vault room, stepping over the two dead guards with their weapons raised and ready as they slowly started to make their way towards the exit.

Hunter had been enjoying a nice nap in one of the upper class districts of the city. He had chosen to stop at a shopping mall, and fell asleep on the edge of a pond outside in the courtyard. As passers-by went about their shopping, a couple pointed and stared at him. He had been wearing a tattered old sheet to keep the cold away, and appeared to be very much like a homeless man. He even looked the part, as his form looked weak and pathetic crumpled on the ground. Of course, the image of the facility mattered to the staff, and so his nap was soon interrupted. "Sir, you cannot sleep here" A voice suddenly came to him, interrupting his dreams. He hated waking up. Opening one eye, Hunter looked up to see a security guard standing over him. The man was rather portly, and from his tone appeared to be on a power trip. A mall cop, an amusing form of human that thought it was all-powerful because it had control over one tiny section of mall. As if on cue, the man started to back up once he saw the color of Hunter's eye. Bright red was not a normal color for a normal person, and clearly disturbed the man. "Go fuck yourself" he grumbled to the security guard before turning over and closing his eyes again. Apparently, the statement had pushed the guard over the edge, and soon he felt a boot impacting his back. He let out a grunt from the impact, before growling in a deep, unnatural way. It was animalistic, and clearly disturbed those observing the altercation. Hunter started to get up, causing his rag to fall off. It revealed a very strong young man who was also quite tall. He wore a uniform of some kind, although it could not be linked to any distinct organization or group. Both of his red eyes now glared daggers at the mall cop, and he let loose a snarl. This caused a couple of things to happen. The guard, now completely frightened, pulled out a can of pepper spray, and aimed it at Hunter's face. However, he never got to spray it at his target, as Hunter had already grabbed the man's head. With a heave, the chubby officer was sent flying into a nearby wall on the edge of the courtyard. At that time, the bystanders began running away. However, before anyone could react, he ran after the thrown guard. The man had just gotten back up, but didn't have time to react before Hunter began ruthlessly beating the shit out of him. It eventually became bloody, as the metal arms that Hunter had began to do serious damage. He had a vicious grin on his face as he beat up the guard, and he felt his rage and anger being channeled through his fists and into the guard's face. By the time he was done a few minutes later, the guard was nothing more than a bloody pile of broken bones and bruised tissue. Hunter walked away from the scene as he began to hear sirens in the distance. It wasn't that he was afraid of the legal ramifications of what he had done, it was more that he hated dealing with police officers. Then again, it didn't mean much. He hated everything.

Charles heard Casan talk about a bank robbery and Warlock became interested. It was a while since he had seen some action and the dark powers within him wanted out. His eyes began to glow a eerie red as the coloration of his face was starting become black and white. "I say we go and take this scum down" he said to the others

"Yes I agree." Sarah was ready to go. There was a job to do and she was always raring to go it seemed. She never even took a break even when people told her she should. Many a time she wanted a break but that damn Guardian Angel would just push her. The others seemed to think that her 'dedication' was a little on the crazy side. She agreed. Walking over to the hanger she opened it up and turned back. "Anyone need a lift?" So demeaning. Practically a slave in her own body. If she could call it her body. It changed pretty significantly that night. She had tried to do some research on what that rune was but wasn't coming up with much. Maybe she should ask Warlock for help. He was knowledgeable in the arcane arts. That might require explaining a few things though that she tried to keep to herself.

John aka TK John heard the voice of what sounded like their leader a ways a way. He grinned. Here was his chance. He'd see who this guy was and then, he'd steal some of the money if he liked the guy, or all of it if he didn't. He opened the door and stepped out, right into the line of sight of a group of men exiting the vault room. He grinned. "Hello fellas. Now which one of you is in charge of this robbery thing?" He asked, slowly raising his hands in a gesture that looked peaceful, but was actually meant so that he could use his powers if he needed.

"Hello fellas. Now which one of you is in charge of this robbery thing?", Orb Weaver stood straight up as John stepped into view of him and his group. In a flash, all four men had their weapons raised, ready to fire if they had to, however no one pulled their triggers quite yet. Orb Weaver's eyes narrowed a bit as he looked at the young man before him, John hadn't just flat out engaged the group, which could possibly be a good sign, perhaps he could charm his way out of a fight. "I suppose you could say i'm the one in charge of this merry band of misfits. Well, for now at least." he stated as he pointed the barrel of his gun to the floor. The rest of the group kept their weapons pointed at John, Orb weaver did not reprimand them for it as complete trust in a stranger was a fool's gambit. Taking a moment to glance behind himself and his team to ensure they weren't being snuck up on, Orb weaver then cocked his head to the side a bit, "You look a bit young to be a guard, so i'm guessing that means you're the super I was warned about earlier. I guess the question now is whether or not you're here to stop me.". "We ain't got time for this Orb weaver, let's just cap 'im and go!" One of the shot gun wielders hissed as he began to tighten his grip on the weapon. Orb weaver's arm shot out like a blur as he grabed the front of the weapon and forced the barrel to point towards the ground, he gave his comrade a sharp glare that was ultimately lost due to his mask before returning attention to John, "Apologies. This bunch can be a bit twitchy.". Orb weaver kept his tone polite and somewhat business like as he addressed John, though there was still some underlying tension due to both the rapidly decreasing window of time and the fact that he was unaware of John's motives.

John aka Torch John grinned as the man who had stepped forward as the leader forced on of his three lackey's gun towards the ground. "I like you. Which is why I'm going to give you a choice," John said as he whipped his hands towards the ground, releasing a wave of telekinetic energy towards the three minions. They went flying, hitting the wall and dropping the bags filled with money. "You can end up like that, or you can let me take two of those bags and we both get out of here alive and without those stylish metal bracelets known as handcuffs," John said arrogantly, confident that the man wouldn't shoot.

Orb weaver cocked his head to the side as John delivered his ultimatum. The men behind him groaned as they tried to get their bearings, however their injuries meant little to the man. "Two bags? That's a mighty steep price there my friend." Orb weaver began as he adjusted his own bag, "See, here's the thing. I was hired to do this, meaning that the money in those bags isn't mine to give. It'd be unprofessional of me to fork over the money I was told to steal and try to keep my own cut as well. In fact i'm sure i'd be dead in a gutter by sunset if I tried that." he said. Orb weaver scratched the back of his head as he thought of a way to solve the issue without fighting, then, inspiration struck. The villain snapped his fingers and grinned beneath his mask, "How 'bout this? Given that display you put on you must be a telepath. There's still plenty of money in that vault, if you're able to carry out the equivalent of two duffel bags worth of cash, you can ride with us to our rendezvous point and that money is yours. In addition i'll even split half of my personal cut with you. Parting with a portion of my pay is so much easier than losing my reputation and life after all. So what do you think, that fair for you?". Orb weaver may not have betrayed it in his tone, but he was growing slightly anxious. A super hero was already a tricky thing to deal with, but a super that was self serving could be infinitely more risky to deal with. Whatever happened next needed to occur fast.

Everyone was taking too long to respond to GA's (Guardian Angel) offer. "Come on guys. They'll be in Gotham by the time you get out there." A complete exaggeration but still fun. Turning and pushing off the ground her wings lifted her into the air and out toward Happy Harbor. She was on a mission and wasted no time getting there. Flight made the trip so much faster. Were not something going on she would have enjoyed the freedom of soaring through the air. The flashing lights and cop cars made the bank and easy find. Buzzing the location at a distance she could see that there was one out back in a car. Probably the getaway. Coming around so that she was out of sight she folded her wings and swooped down. With a few yards to go she opened her wings and slowed her decent, landing next to the car. "Hello there." Pulling the door open she grabbed the man inside before he could react and they both teleported out leaving a running car, his gun, and radio. They didn't go far but surprise gave her the upper hand. When they blinked back GA was carrying him in the air. "Now that I have your attention I think you have a date with the authorities." Wrapping around the building she dropped the man off in front of the cops and made her way up to the roof which appeared to have already been broke into. That made things easier.

Present Time The music within the tattoo shop blared as Josephine opened the front door. All around the buzzing of the needles could be heard as her coworkers created art on the bodies of their customers. While she did enjoy working here it was all a disguise, the real her was the Pariah and this was just her cover for when she was hunting Metas. She was greeted by one of the other artists, Sera was her name, she ran up to Josephine and hugged her enthusiastically as if it had been months since she'd seen her. Sera was what you'd expect to see if you entered a tattoo shop. She wore ripped black jeans with a grey tank top and skull cap. Her hair was short and brown but still managed to get in her face which had both lip and nose piercings. "Hey Josie! I see you decided to come to work only a little late this time", the girl said mockingly before sitting down in an unoccupied tattoo chair. Josephine did the same only grabbing a the shop's catalog as well. "I know, strange ain't it?", she replied while flipping through the pages of the catalog. Before she could turn the next page Sera spoke up up again, "So what happened with you last night? You ran off after we left Chris' party" Josephine had almost forgotten about what happened that night besides the interrogation. That night she and Sera had gone to a friend's party in a condemned factory, it was off limits to the public but the crowd there wasn't exactly law abiding citizens. It was there that Josephine had found the group of Metas she'd later hunt.  Snapping back to the present she needed an excuse for her ditching Sera, "I remembered I had a date with some guy that night "Oh really? So how'd it go?" "The dude didn't like me standing him up, he left before I got there "Aww well that sucks!" "Eh it's nothing, he probably wasn't my type anyway" "You say that about all the guys you go on dates with", it occurred to Josephine that she had used that excuse before, "I'm going to have to come up with something new", she thought. "Well I guess I haven't found the right guy yet. But thats fine with me, less drama when it's just me. Besides I got my best friend with me and that's good enough for me"  "Awww thanks Josie!", Sera would have gotten up and hugged her if hadn't begen working on a customer. Josephine, realizing there was another customer waiting for her got up out of the chair and gestured for him to sit. "Alright, what can I get ya?", she asked holding up the catalog for the man. He was the stereotypical college meathead who was getting a tattoo to show who edgy he was. "Actually could you do this for me?", he showed her a picture of a Kanji character. "Of course, how did already know", she thought to herself before answering, "Sure thing, sit back and I'll start in a minute" Josie was getting everything together when she noticed everyone was crowding around the tv. "What's going on?", she asked Sera who was now standing with the group staring excitedly at the screen. "Its a bank robbery! No one's come out but a super went in through the roof!"  "A super?..", a bank robbery alone wouldn't have gotten her attention but the mention of a super did. The got up and moved to the tv which showed a helicopter broadcasting an aerial view of the bank. It showed a super hover up to the roof and throw the door open before entering. Sera, who was all too happy to see this turned to Josephine and squeeled. "Do you think he's a hero? I hope I is, I need someone to teach me-", she was immediately shushed by Josephine who pulled her away from the crowd and out of earshot. "What do you mean teach you?!", he asked. Josie was hoping so bad that what Sera was going go say was not what she thought. Sera made a careful look around the room before leaning in to whisper to Josephine, "At the party, I found a guy. He was creepy as hell and had this bag of something I don't know what it was I thought it was drugs. I took it and by the time I got home I was, I don't know, changing!" Josephine's fears were confirmed, whatever was in that bag made her into a Meta and she knew what this meant. Sera took a step back a carefully, out of sight of the others, began to cause ice to form over her hands. "I can cover my entire body in this but I'm not cold when I do it! Imagine if I got into the Justice League?!", Sera was overjoyed and barely was able to contain her excitement. Josie on the other hand was hurt with each word Sera spoke. Despite the persona of Josie being a cover for who she really was the experiences she had and the friends she made were real.  "That's...that's great Josie! Listen we should celebrate, after work you and I go out and have some fun. Maybe test out your powers too?", this was going to be hard to do but it was for the greater good.  "I'd love that Josie, maybe we can create our own superhero team. I mean you don't have any powers but you can be like Batman! You already can kick ass you just need a costume", Sera hugged Josephine before running back to watch the news. Josie stayed behind as a look of rage came upon her. She was going to deal with this, then find the bastard who did this.

The others took a bit to respond to GAs request, but she didn' need a lift. She flew up with GA as they went towards the city. Wonder girl sighed. "Not even one day. Not one. I seriously wanted Ice cream!" The amazonian said pouting and now making her way to the bank. As it was getting robbed, like always. "Any plans or something...? Just go there and kick butt?" Wonder girl asked raising an eyebrow.