John aka TK John looked Orb Weaver over, evaluating the deal quickly. It worked for him. He got money that he needed and word would get out about him. Something that he desired. He nodded his head and said, "I think we have a deal my friend," before running into the employee lounge where he found two messenger bags that must have been left there in the morning. He dumped out the contents and ran into the vault, quickly filling them both to the brim. It would be enough money to get him settled and keep him living nicely for a while. Something that John had grown accustomed to was luxury and he wasn't about to lose it here. He walked back over to the men and said, "I'm ready when you are fellas." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy aka Torch Lucy watched as GA made towards the scene. She made a split decision to follow, and ran out into the hangar where the jet Blue Arrow had been working on was. She slammed her fist onto a button and the hanger doors began to open. She flipped her hood onto her head and sprinted towards the now open hangar doors. She ran, ran, ran, and jumped, falling towards the rocks that rested at the base of Mt Justice. She fell through the air, a smile on her face the whole time. She began to gather the light around her and before she could hit the ground a pair of wings had formed on her back and she was shooting up and towards the bank, grinning from adrenaline. Once she reached the bank she landed, and her wings disappeared in a flash of light. Lucy strode up to the police man who seemed to be directing everyone. "Sir what's the status of the people inside?" she asked after fetching his attention with a quick tap on the shoulder. "Ahh Torch. It's good to have ya. I assume the rest of the team is on it's way? Guardian Angel just got 'ere too. Flew around the bank. We believe none of the civilians are 'urt but we can't say the same about security. One o' my guys did claim he saw a super float up there though. Did you guys get a new teammate?" The cop replied Torch was shocked by the response. Another super. Here. And the fact that said super wasn't out here putting the robbers in a squad car meant they were dead, or a villain. Lucy didn't know which was worse.

Overlord crashed through the walls of the White House. On his way to Washington D.C., he had interrogated more people on the whereabouts of this nation's leader and now was his chance to wipe out his counterpart. As he stood in the Oval Office, he searched the room for a face that would resemble his own. Realizing that no one fit the bill, he turned to the nearest individual and said, "You! Worthless fool! Where is the leader of these 'United States?'" Before an answer could be said, several armed men in suits burst into the room and aimed their weapons at Overlord. Without even turning around to aim, he blasted them all with a single wide arch of electricity. "Where?!" he shouted again. "I am the leader of this nation, son," the man said as he got up from the floor. "You?! Then where is Donald Levy?!" he shouted, his rage at the boiling point. "I do not know who that is, but you're welcome to use my computer to find them. If that will get you to leave," the president said, turning a nearby laptop to face Overlord. He approached the computer and poked it with his index finger. "What is this strange device?" he asked. The president stood confuse, "It-it's a computer." "What is a computer?" "You know what? Let me do it," the president said rapidly typing into the keyboard. "There. Here's the person you're looking for. He lives near Happy Harbor. Now could you please leave?" "Happy Harbor? Where is that?" "That way," the president said, pointing to approximate location was. "And here's the address too," he said, handing Overlord a piece of paper that he had written on while searching for Overlord's counterpart. Overlord snatched the paper from the president's hand and smiled. "Perfect," he said before taking off again.

Orb weaver nodded with satisfaction as John acquired his own cut of the money. Now not only would the mission b completed, but Orb weaver had a bit more muscle in the group for the time being. The rest of the team rose to their feet and started to raise their weapons to fire at John, but a quick bark of 'hold fire' by Orb weaver stopped them in their tracks. "Alright boys we've got a delivery to make. Let's speed it up!" he ordered. The team grumbled at Orb weaver's constant bossiness but picked up their bags and began to move out as he ordered. With another satisfied nod, Orb weaver began to walk after them, pausing long enough to inform John about the getaway van they had out back. He raised the radio and pressed the button, "This is Orb weaver, we're ready to go. Picked up some extra muscle too, so don't go freaking out and trying to shoot.". When there was no reply on the other end, Orb weaver clucked his tongue and tried again, then a third time. "Something ain't right. We don't have time for this." he hissed before whistling to his men, "Our driver isn't picking up, I dunno if this means he's been caught or simply fell asleep behind the wheel like a moron. Whatever the case be careful when we get to the exit, I don't want to screw this up when we're this close to success.". His team nodded in confirmation, the one that had downed the guards checked his magazine to see how much ammunition they had left, and then they were off once more. Outside of the bank, the original driver of the van smirked as he was roughly cuffed and pushed into a cruiser. The super that had grabbed him had been quick and efficient, but in their haste they'd left the keys in the ignition and the car running. If the heist was a success, he could expect to be out of jail within the next three days. Happy harbor may have been a city of heroes at first glance, but once you scratched the surface it almost matched gotham city in terms of corruption at times.

Charles followed the others to the bank and he wondered what powers would be best suited for the situation. When he heard Wonder Girl question about having a plan or just going to kick some butt. He used his necromancy to summon a four undead ghouls with repulsive features and snarling faces. They awaited their master's instruction and Charles turned to face his teammates. "I suggest that my ghouls go in first to give these robbers a scare and then we follow in right after to catch them off guard" he said to them as his face became black and white like a skeleton.

Despite her current profession Sarah was, at heart, a criminal herself. Maybe not a big time one, but still a criminal. Probably the only reason she was never caught was because she looked nothing like her former self and couldn't continue breaking the law. Though one could say she was still a prisoner. Hearing no one coming up the stairs she headed to the edge of the building and dropped back down to the car. It was pretty much the only place to go and what she would do in their shoes. Grabbing the keys she paused for a moment thinking back to some of the things she'd done. The irony of the moment was almost sickening. We're things different she might be doing jobs like this.

John aka TK John followed Orb Weaver and his men as they quickly exited the building, his bags of money floating behind him. Once they exited the building through the back, John saw what he assumed was their getaway van. And he saw a girl with wings holding the keys. Now John was no expert in robbing a bank but he figured that you kept the keys in the ignition if you intended to help. It seemed like Young Justice had arrived. He smirked before calling out, "Hey Tweety Bird. I'm gonna have to ask you to put the keys in the ignition, start the car, and then fly away." He readied himself for a fight, clenching and unclenching his fists, prepared to unleash a telekinetic blast if he needed to.

Casan didn't even have time to tell the others to wait for orders. They were already out and on their way to the crime scene. "I'll provide them with backup", he said to Blue Arrow before shifting into a vulture and flying off in the direction of the bank. Once there he dived bombed towards the van pulling up a few feet above to shift into a rhino. The impact of him landing on the van crushed it but left Casan relatively unharmed. He got up and off the van and revealed his true form. His mouth opened wide to reveal the maw of razor sharp teeth shaped like tiny pocket knives, he was beginning to produce a paralyzing dose of venom which he'd lace the oral quills with. "Drop your weapons and surrender immediately. This is your only warning!", he stared down the criminals with black voids for eyes. He was watching them carefully to see who'd shoot first. He wasn't able change shape fast enough at this range to defend against their bullets but hopefully he'd be able to see it coming. It is if they decided to be foolish and fight back.

Before Sarah could really respond Casen fell from the sky and smashed the van. She raised a wing to shield herself from the flying glass and smaller bits of car. Looking at the destruction she looked at the villians. She probably didn't have much time before they retaliated so she held up a keys a bit. "Are you sure you want these? They look like they're for a van but all I see here is a compact car." She was terrible. At least she could somewhat act herself in front of "the enemy." Her hand up already she was ready to drop a barrier around them to shield Casen and herself.

Cassandra tilted her head to the side seeing the others talking towards the enemy. "Aren't we supposed to like... go in there and smash their heads or something..? I mean.. I'm just guessing here." she shrugged, while still floating in the air. Now noticing Casan arriving to the scenery. Then the van was smashed by Casan. Thankfully nothing came her way, like the glass and all. "Yeah..! listen to him!" Cass said helping Casan out.

Before Sarah could really respond Casen fell from the sky and smashed the van. She raised a wing to shield herself from the flying glass and smaller bits of car. Looking at the destruction she looked at the villians. She probably didn't have much time before they retaliated so she held up a keys a bit. "Are you sure you want these? They look like they're for a van but all I see here is a compact car." She was terrible. At least she could somewhat act herself in front of "the enemy." Her hand up already she was ready to drop a barrier around them to shield Casen and herself.

Orb weaver grit his teeth in frustration as he saw what was left of his get away van. It wasn't that he was just pissed about his mission being screwed with, his laptop had been in there. Orb weaver's vision tunneled, blotting out the undead and the heroes, save one; Cassan. The team nervously shifted at the sight before them, their adrenaline pumping, instincts telling them to flee or fight for their lives, "Men." Orb weaver grumbled, his voice hitting an ominously low note that grabbed their attenion, "We are not dealing with regular people. You're free to engage as you see fit." he hissed. The word "fit" had barely left his mouth as his team raised their weapons and began to fire, decimating the ghouls in a shred of gun fire before turning to gun down the heroes. Orb weaver stepped back into the door way and began to fire at the one that had crushed the van, aiming for his knees specifically.

The Skinwalker had little time no time to react. By the time he realized what was going on the criminals had already turned their sights towards him and the team. He made a mad dash for cover but was ultimately hit by Orb Weaver's bullets. The round managed to go right through his leg but missed any bone thankfully. He fell behind cover and began to change his shape, this time into a creature from his home planet, the Garmr."I gave them a warning-ah!-and this is my reward for mercy!", His frame began to expand until he was about twelve feet. He grew legs, lots of legs which resembled those of the Giant Amazonian Centipede. His skin grew scales and were thick like kevlar, and his appearance in general resembled that of a serpent mixed with a centipede. His head underwent the most disturbing change of all as his skull broke in multiple places to make way for its exponential growth. The sounds of bone snapping as his head shaped into a hybrid of a snake with mandibles of a spider. When the process was complete he could hear some of the suspects reloading their gun. His numerous legs clamored as he charged around the corner letting out a bellowing roar which was accompanied by the swishing of the venom which was pooling in his mouth and was spewed out onto the ground. With one swift motion he grabbed one of the gunmen in his massive jaws and swung him about before throwing him onto the remains of their van. The next was either going to get stomped on or injected with venom.

Lucy aka Torch Lucy saw the others go around towards the back and heard a crash. She sprinted back and saw Casan reveal his true form, causing her to shiver, and then watched as the robbers unleashed bullets on the team, one hitting Casan, to which he responded by turning into a giant monster. Damn he knows how to handle a problem Lucy thought, before charging one of the men, one who seemed to be preparing himself for something big. She tackled him and pulled her arm back to punch him when she stopped. "John?" she queried, a look of confusion on her face. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- John aka TK John looked up at Lucy with a look of surprise. He had been readying himself for a huge telekinetic blast that would have knocked everyone down, giving himself time to escape when he had been hit from the side and taken down. When he looked up, instead of some hero, he saw his twin sister. "Lucy? What the hell?" John asked, until he finally put the pieces together. She was with Young Justice. "You're with them? Why?!" he exclaimed, ignoring the roars of the giant monster and the gunshots. "You're a robber? Last I heard you were in Switzerland," Lucy said, yelling over the sounds of battle. "I'm not a robber. I just got here and I needed money. I figured I could get a cut out of this robbery," he replied. "You still haven't answered my question about being with these heroes!" John shouted. Lucy looked at him before saying, "You didn't know? So then you didn't come here looking for me?" John fell silent. He could sense his sister's anger and he knew he was in trouble. It was true. John hadn't looked for his sister since he had left her, three years ago. He had wanted to leave that life behind. He was just about to speak up when Lucy's fist came crashing down and connected with his face, knocking him into a deep, deep sleep.

Things were not looking good for Orb weaver. Two members of his original team were down, and the plan he had begun to formulate involving the telepath was ended before it even began thanks to one of the heroes. "God damn it they're ruining everything!" He hissed as he leaned out from behind his cover. From the looks of things, the girl that had knocked out John was still distracted. Orb weaver ejected and checked his magazine, there were still ten bullets out of the original twelve, and popped the mag back into the gun. "Time to do something incredibly stupid." Orb weaver muttered before rushing out and kicking Torch in the head as hard as he could. He wasted little time after his assault pointing the gun at her and whistling loudly to get everyone's attention "That'll be enough of that thank you!" he shouted as his remaining team moved in to flank him. The time for games was over, now it was time for Orb weaver to see just how far his silver tongue could take him, "All of you stand down! Make a move and this one gets a new skylight for her brain!" he warned. It was a bluff on his part, in truth he'd never consider taking a life, crippling one yes, but never taking one, however the others did not know that. To emphasize his point, one of his team pointed the barrel of their shotgun at Torch as well, ensuring that if someone managed to incapacitate Orb weaver, the girl would still meet her end.

GA threw up a barrier to protect Skinwalker from most of the remaining bullets. Seeing the transformation of her teammate was still quite a gruesome sight and made her stomach turn slightly. It wasn't long after that that one of the men was tossed on the car beside her. Good greef, they were rough. Probably best to get this over with quickly before things get really out of hand. So far none of them appeared to be supers though so she didn't want to harm them too much. "Stupid angel conscience." She thought to herself. The others were taking out everyone without as much as a second thought. All at once Sarah realized she was in a unique position. This probably wasn't the first time but it wasn't something she hadn't noticed before. Everyone was in danger in some form or fashion at the moment. It was brief but it meant she could do what she wanted. What did she want to do? She was wasting precious seconds. And just like that the opportunity was gone. Torch was in imminent danger and that took priority. Already in motion as Orb Weaver and the other gunman took aim a barrier formed around their target. Sarah could hardly make sense of her own movements. They had an odd, yet elegant flow to them as she practically floated across the ground, closing the gap between her and the unnamed gunman. For some reason she didn't sense any danger from Orb Weaver. It was hard to pin down. With a twirl a gust of wind blew the man against the side of the bank. Pausing briefly GA looked at the only one left. Unlike the others who probably did not look too pleased she had a curious expression.

The monstrous creature that was Casan stopped its rampage upon seeing Torch held at gunpoint. While his priority was the capture of these men he did care for the well being of his teammates, turns out he wasn't heartless after all. "I blame the humans for this. Making me soft", he thought to himself. He changed back to his true form so as to not reveal his human cover. Thankfully these changes were painless due to his body shutting down his nervous system. Raising his hands up he signaled he would cease hostilities. "Very well. We will stop, just let her go-", before he could finish his statement Guardian Angel somehow managed to take out one of the gunmen. This time Casan was ready to act and he capitalized on his teammate's risky move. His hands were already up so he aimed the tips of his fingers towards Orb Weaver and in those moments time seemed to slow down almost. He had to be very careful not to hit Torch or else she'd he receiving a powerful dose of venom which would have her paralyzed in seconds and it would last for almost a day. His lined up the shot as best he could and his brain signaled for his body to fire the quills. He could feel them as they moved from their original place in his back down his arm and out of the space between his fingers. They shot out of him with the speed equivalent to someone using throwing knives. From the speed of the quills and the distance they were fired from Casan calculated that the Orb Weaver would have three seconds before the quills hit him.

Orb weaver all but hissed in aggravation as he started to turn to aim at Guardian Angel, however a series of soft pops grabbed his attention. Out of the corner of his eye Orb weaver saw a series of sharp looking projectiles gunning for him, eliciting a movement born from several years of martial arts training. He threw a bit more of his weight into his turn, resulting in a less than graceful spin that threw him on his rear. Fate smiled on Orb weaver in that moment, allowing him to narrowly avoid the quills at the cost of his hat, which flew down the hall of the bank with the quills. Orb weaver let out a shaky breath of relief and scrambled back to his feet. This time Orb weaver did not raise his gun, rather he kept it clutched tightly in his hand as he glared at the team. The tension in the air was palpable as his mind raced to find a way out of his predicament.

Orb weaver narrowly missed getting dosed by the quills. Sarah couldn't be sure what was going to happen next. Things were quiet and she could do things freely again. Having missed the last chance she reached out and took it this time. Or rather, she reached out and grabbed the villains arm. A rash decision perhaps but in a split second Sarah chose to go against what GA would do. Both her and Orb Weaver teleported out of sight in a flash of magic. Appearing inside a couple buildings over Sarah let go of his arm and stepped back. She raised her hands in a show of no ill will. "Alright now. Don't shoot me. We're away from the others.

Lucy aka Torch Lucy rubbed her head, grimacing in pain. That kick had hurt like hell. She stood up, wincing slightly, before turning to the remaining gunman, who was still firing. Their leader had been taken by GA, to god knows where, and the other two had already been taken out. Normally, Lucy was your typical hero, Be gentle with the normals and try not to get anyone killed. But she was in a really bad mood today and unfortunately for the gunman, he was on the receiving end. She made a gesture with her hand and light moved together, forming a coil around the man's neck that began tightening, squeezing the air from his lungs. She gritted her teeth. She could feel him dying and this time, she didn't care. She couldn't care. Her brother hadn't cared and she was stronger then him so then she had to not care. Lucy flashed back and waved the coil away, allowing the man to breathe. She panted. What was that? she thought, a worried look on her face. She waved her hand again after she caught her bearings and the light reformed into a rope, this time around the gunman's wrists. John aka TK John had stirred from unconsciousness right about the time that Lucy was about to kill a man. He looked around, and noticing the others were distracted, made a break for it, grabbing his money and sprinting off, rubbing his face where Lucy had punched him. John was running past a building, when in through the window, two floors up he saw one of the supers, the one with wings, and the man who had been leading the bank robbery. He grimaced. It was probable that his presence had gotten the man and his team into this mess. And plus, the guy was smart. John respected that. He grumbled quietly before entering the building and tiptoeing towards the stairs, yelling at himself mentally to quit while he was ahead.

Warren was jumping from roof top to roof top, his contacts gave him a heads up about a possible bank robbery going down and that wasn't something he could miss out on. His red lens glaring as the sunlight hit it, his boots leaving a static discharge as he pounded the shingles beneath his feet. He finally came to a halt at a spot that overlooked the bank. Almost every window was shattered so it was easy to see within. Coincidentally, he had a great view of those inside, to include a handful of unconscious men. His keen eye picked up on who's who and saw that only one faction there was going to make it out. That was until a sudden burst of white light and the absence of two of the doomed individuals. Warren felt the electrons shift in the air caused by the sudden vanishing and then again by the reappearance of them in the building below him. "Must be my lucky day." He thought to himself. Warren, who was currently under the guise of Bolt, leapt off the building before rapidly turning into raw electricity and zipped through the air until finding the window nearest his prospects. Passing through the window naturally shattered it, he reverted back to his normal form and tumbled forward in plain view of Orb Weaver and Guardian Angel. He landed in a sprawled position but slowly stood up and began dusting himself off, almost as if he was completely alone in the room. "Wonder how much someone would pay for a bank heist done right these days?" he asked out loud before turning to face them.