"Where did they go?", Casan asked though he wasn't expecting an answer. Was Angel taking him on by herself? If so then that meant all that was left was to round up the bruised up robbers and bring them to the police. He shifted into an aoe and scooped up the unconscious criminals and carried them to the police who were waiting on the other side of the building. Once the last of them-excluding Torch's brother-were brought to the authorities Casan shifted once again to his true form. "Here you are officers, I trust these men will see justice under your care", he said to one of the officers as he loaded the last one into the police van. The officer had a look of disgust once he got a good look as the Kartathan, "Uh yeah, Sure thing Skinwalker" he said. As Casan walked back to his team he overheard the officer say, "Man, why'd Young Justice hire that thing?, to another officer to which she replied, "I know right, I get the creeps every time I look at it Their words hit Casan hard. It was at times like these that he truely felt alone. Somewhere in the vast galaxy was his home and he was trapped on this rock surrounded by people who would never accept him, never thank him, only fear and ridicule him. While he wondered for a moment why he helped them he was quickly reminded that he was a soldier of order. It was his life's purpose to protect the innocent and uphold law. To do otherwise would bring shame to his people. If he hoped for his people to one day be accepted in Earth then he'd have to set an example.

Orb weaver didn't really know what to make of it; one second he'd been wracking his brain trying to think of a way to avoid being captured, and the next, he was standing in an empty building with one of the heroes that had tried to stop him asking for him not to shoot. The criminal backed away from her a few steps, but kept his gun to the ground, "What on earth are you doing? Aren't you one of them?". His question would have to wait as someone else -another super Orb weaver wagered- made himself known with a bit more flourish than Orb weaver was comfortable with, what's more, from the sound of things he'd witnessed the heist and was unimpressed with Orb weaver's performance. Orb weaver clucked his tongue with annoyance, but remained calm outside of that, "About five hundred grand. Plus whatever you can carry on your own, usually." he retorted in a matter of fact tone. Orb weaver returned his gun to his coat, then placed his hands on his hips, "So, what's this supposed to be, huh? What, were you two working the team until you could get away with a robbery or something? A waste of an infiltration if that's the case." he said with a hint of mirth in his tone.

Lucy aka Torch Lucy was pissed. She'd messed up today. She'd let her brother get away and had almost killed someone on top of that. She couldn't help but feel extremely sorry for herself. She saw Casan looking pretty much the same way, though it was hard to tell honestly, and so she made her way over to him. "Casan, I really need you to tell me that I did something right today. Because I just found out that the brother I've been searching for for three years, my god damned twin, hasn't given me a passing thought in all that time, and I almost killed a man. Plus, my asshole of a brother got away from me, on my watch," she said, grimacing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- John aka TK John had heard someone enter the building and speak, referencing the failed bank robbery, as John slowly crept up the stairs. Once he had reached the floor they were located on he stepped out of hiding, taking a deep breath as he walked over to them, having regained his normal arrogance. "So here's the thing Tweety Bird. You and your friend are going to let me and my "friend"," John put air quotes around the word friend, "go and I'm going to let you and your friend go. Doesn't that seem like a fair trade?" John said, glancing at Warren to make sure he wasn't trying to pull anything.

Warren coming through the window seemed to change the tone slightly. Of course his entrance was kind of distracting. "Could you make some more noise please?" She said sarcastically. Orb weaver put his gun away and Sarah sighed. Finally, nothing was happening. Glancing around they were in an empty apartment, probably cleared out because of the bank robbery just down the street. Shaking her head she walked over to the couch that was there and took a seat, crossing her legs. "Please, nothing so dramatic. I just didn't want to see you locked up." She scrutinized the couch briefly before lounging a bit more. She glanced at John and then at Warren. "Yeah sure, whatever. Also I have no idea who that is so he's your problem." She had a very disinterested tone in her response.

Warren held up his hand to inspect his nails which was hilarious because he was wearing gloves. Upon closer inspection, he charged his finger tips to display what would seem like a controlled static charge before waving his hand, dispersing it. "The thing is, I'm no one's friend, not yet anyway. If you pay me enough, then I'll be your friend." He then crossed his arms. "My services can be purchased, if you wish to get that job done right anyway. Name's Bolt, perhaps you've heard of me?" he asked in a tone more cocky than usual but this crowd wouldn't buy his quiet and reserved style.

Orb weaver placed his hand over his heart as John entered and gave his ultimatum to Sarah and Warren, " Aw, you came all this way to save lil ol' me? I'm touched.". Orb weaver once more returned his attention to Sarah as she explained why she'd saved him, perplexed by her reasoning, So...you've potentially lost the trust of your team, a team of super powered beings I might add, and committed a crime by aiding and abetting a criminal because you didn't want to see me locked up? You know what, i'm not even going to question it. Gift horse." he stated as he watched Warren out of the corner of his eye. The cogs began to spin once more in Orb weaver's head as he realized he had a chance to get his job done and save his reputation. "I'm afraid i'm not familiar with your name, but what i'm hearing right now is that you'll help me get the money back for a cut." Orb weaver purred. Orb weaver knew he'd lose out on his actual pay, but with the money in his bag, losing out on the money he'd received for mission completion would be a less staggering blow, that aside, he was more worried about his reputation than he was on money. Shifting back into "work mode", Orb weaver clapped his hands, "Ok, I think i've got a way to ensure everyone gets what they want. How about, the both of you help me get this loot to my drop point, and I split the pay I was to receive between the two of you?". He turned back to Sarah to allow them to mull the deal over a bit, "You can get in on this heist too if you want. I'm sure I can weasel a bit more cash out of my employer seeing as the team he gave me to work with couldn't get the job done. I can give you a cut too as a way to say thanks.".

John aka TK John smirked at Orb weaver, and listened as he spoke to him and Warren. The plan sounded good enough. He only had one question. "Who exactly do you work for? I'd like to know who's money I'm going to be getting back," John asked, crossing his arms and looking at Orb weaver with a questioning stare. John had run into more than a few people who hired others to do their dirty work and some of them had reputations for cutting loose ends. John did not want to be cut.

Orb weaver could sort understand why John was curious about who the money was for, after all, it payed to be cautious when working for certain parties, "That, my telepathically endowed friend, would be one Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, of Gotham City. I think you might know him better as The Penguin. So, I guess you can see why i'm so keen on not failing this." Orb weaver stated, letting the name of his client hang in the air. Sensing a possible question as to why Cobblepot would want what was basically petty change for him, Orb weaver cleared his throat a bit, "If you're wondering why the guy wants this cash, I don't know. Maybe he has something planned that he doesn't want his bank accounts tied to, but I don't want to know. I don't make it my business to find out what my clients do with their cash, however he's be fairly straight up with me in the past. The testament to that being the fact that i'm standing here. He's quite the gentleman, really.".

Blue Arrow would have elected to stay behind, helping to coordinate their strike as they zoomed out before him. Being one without powers, getting places quickly was always a concern. He was much better at striking out than rushing head first into the fray. He decided to take the time to work further on his new vehicles, namely the jet, his original Arrow-cycle, and a new hover board that he had been trying to develop. It was being made to move at least as fast as Wondergirl could fly, but the mechanics were very hard to work out. He was simply awaiting their return. _______________________________________________ There was silence throughout the warehouse. The city was noisy around it, but there was barely a sound to be heard. There was a dark feeling over the warehouse, when the echo of footsteps made its way through the air. A lone figure walked through the building as he muttered softly to himself, clutching at his hands and looking about with his glowing green eyes. He sighed as he sat down at his workbench, his tanned face looking a bit tired and worn. He settled into his seat and looked over his lists, his plans, his maps. He just wished that he had someone to share it all with... He shook his head, then suddenly his eyes widened when he realized he was still wearing his mask. He peeled it off, exposing his stark white skin and the deep red "lipstick" that crossed his face. He smiled to himself softly as he held the idea of a sidekick, maybe a minion of sorts. "Well, I do suppose that could be in the cards... If I weren't stacking the deck, it wouldn't be, anyway." He would say, laughing quietly to himself...

Charles was surprised by the speed of which his ghouls where taken down and he was annoyed by the scumbags for doing that. he chanted a dark spell and horrifying specters materialized out of the ground and fly towards the bad guys giving wails and shrieks giving off intense waves of sheer terror. "I will see that you criminals feel true fear!" he shouted as his eyes glowed a bright red as his magic began to go out of control and the ground began to shake from his chaos magic.

Lucy aka Torch Lucy was pissed. She'd messed up today. She'd let her brother get away and had almost killed someone on top of that. She couldn't help but feel extremely sorry for herself. She saw Casan looking pretty much the same way, though it was hard to tell honestly, and so she made her way over to him. "Casan, I really need you to tell me that I did something right today. Because I just found out that the brother I've been searching for for three years, my god damned twin, hasn't given me a passing thought in all that time, and I almost killed a man. Plus, my asshole of a brother got away from me, on my watch," she said, grimacing.

Lucy's words caught Casan by surprise. She had not told him before that she had a brother and to learn what kind of person he was was even more of a surprise. "On Kartatha I had two brothers, both of them decided to forsake their place in the clan for the life of Kas-bandits. For a long time I did not see them until one day they attacked our clan with their soldiers. They would have killed many innocents if I had not done what I did. I approached them and pleaded for them to stop but in the end I fought both of them and killed them. I was so angry with what they'd done that I struck them down. The worst part of it all was everyday since they left the clan I prayed to the gods to return them to us. They did but obviously not as we expected. What I'm trying to say is: We should not give up on someone even if they seem beyond help, everyone has a chance to change but for my brothers they never took that chance. I understand your anger and what you did for I feel it as well whenever your kin speak harshly of me. At times it makes me wonder why I fight but then I am reminded of my purpose. I am a protector of the people just as you are. You have powers other humans do not and with that power comes a choice. To use it for your desires or to stand for something greater than yourself."

He turned back to Sarah to allow them to mull the deal over a bit, "You can get in on this heist too if you want. I'm sure I can weasel a bit more cash out of my employer seeing as the team he gave me to work with couldn't get the job done. I can give you a cut too as a way to say thanks.".

Sarah listened to the proposal and appeared to give it some serious thought. A job like this she hadn't done in over a year. Not that she hadn't tried early on. The problem was after a point GA would take over and prevent her from getting it done. A maddening combination really. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch. Shaking her head she sat back up. "As tempting as that is I cannot help with the job. Trust me when I say, you don't want me there."

Bolt listened carefully as this Orb Weaver fellow announced who he was working for, Cobblepot. No surprise there, he was a known backer for third party operations like this. He then cracked up when he heard that he was a gentleman. "Only because you were valuable to him in those moments. The second you prove otherwise, he'll come crushing down on you like an iceberg." he said, now seeing that he connected the Penguin's name to a fitting way of destroying them. This news left Bolt with a decision to make. Either let him fail and never be heard from again as Cobblepot doesn't reward failure or help out and make a good score. "Decisions, Decisions." he thought. Hearing that the woman wouldn't be able to assist made things interesting but he was confident that it wouldn't be a problem. "Guess you need me then."

-----Time skip to 5pm----- Well that went as well as could be expected. After Sarah departed the group she spent most of the day out on her own. She'd disabled her comm so she could have some peace and quiet. She wasn't far, having made her way to the top of the mountain where she would be out of sight from outsiders. Even with several hours she couldn't decide exactly what to do. Run was her first thought. That's what she would have done normally. But GA wouldn't allow her to leave for very long. Where the hell did that girl even come from anyway? She knew it had something to do with that rune stone but she for the life of her couldn't read a damn thing on it. Was it a curse? A punishment for her crimes? It frustrated her that she didn't even have a choice whether she wanted to be good or not. A whole year like that before coming here in just the last couple months. No one here even really knew the real her. That was the odd thing. She actually cared what they thought of her. When did she ever care what anyone thought? And now she had gone and helped out a baddie get away. It was supposed to make her feel free making her own decisions but now she was second guessing it. Sarah felt lost and alone. She needed help, someone to talk to. To her, not some face she wore. Having worked most of the emotion out of her system she finally headed back into the base and began looking for Warlock. She didn't know if he would be a good person to confide in, but he may have some insight into what the rune that started all this.

Blue bay docks, Happy Harbor Orb weaver sat quietly on a pile of crates, his legs crossed, and his hands clutching/tapping on his tablet. With the help of Bolt and TK, he'd been able to once more acquire the money once more. Orb weaver chuckled a bit as he recalled briefly the screams inside the bank after he reactivated the security system and trapped a few officers inside the bank vault. It had provided a nice distraction for the money to be carried out discretely. From there it had been as simple as hot-wiring a car, making it to the drop point, and notifying the Penguin of what had happened. "So my gaggle of misfits, any of you gave any thought as to what you're going to do once we get payed? I mean we're talking a good chunk of cash here." he asked as he looked over his tablet at John and Bolt.

Time Skip= Park. So it was basically the afternoon now. Nothing much has happened since that event a few hours ago. Cassie yawned as she got out of her bedroom and on her way to the exit of the Mount Justice. She decided to go out and have an ice cream herself, since the others were probably a bit tired because of what happened. Hopefully nothing bad will happen as she gets her ice cream. Cassie walked around, going to the park where the ice cream stand is mostly at. It was a beautiful day outside too! So no wonder why people love to eat ice cream in this time of day.~ Cassie sat down on a bench, eating her vanilla ice cream. Which she found to be very very delicious. If only the others were here! It would be so much funner!

"Good evening, our top story tonight is the bank robbery that occurred earlier today in downtown Happy Harbor. A group of armed men entered the building in an attempt to steal from the bank's vault which contained hundreds of thousands of dollars. Police reports say that while the men were inside a bank security guard and an officer were both shot and killed in an attempt to stop the culprits. It was only when members of the superhero team Young Justice arrived that most of the suspects were apprehended however one of them who was suspected to be the leader, the masked criminal "Orb Weaver" managed to escape with a portion of the stolen money despite the efforts of the Young Justice team. The police say they are working hard to find this man and urges anyone with information on him to call their local precinct immediately. In other news the serial killer, dubbed The Meta Hunter, has claimed their sixth victim. Authorities found the body of Lucas Peyton in a dumpster this morning after reports of a foul stench like that of something burnt was detected. Lucas was a metahuman with a history of assault, larceny, and some ties to a small time metahuman gang. The city police have warned all metahumans to travel carefully at night as The Meta Hunter appears to be active around that time...", Josie turned off the tv. "Are you kidding me?! I'm The Pariah not "The Meta Hunter"!...maybe I should make a video or something to tell them...". Her apartment wasn't luxurious but it was nice enough. She and gotten off work early and was supposed to meet Sera later tonight. The police will probably be amping up the search for me..I'll need to hire help", she thought before opening her laptop. "Alright let's see who we got...", she was looking through a list of contacts she had to see who she could pull favors from. "I could call Jason...no wait nevermind. Barns? Nah he's busy. Last i heard he was helping a meta at H.I.V.E.", she searched through her ljst of contacts extensively before giving up. "Alright them I guess I'm working alone for a while...".

Bolt was sitting against the wall, twirling his knife in his fingers when he was asked the question about the money. The truth was, he had hardly spent any of the cash he'd earned since picking this career path. Only enough to survive on. Allowing these people or anyone for that matter to know this though, would be a huge mistake. "I may not look it but I'm a gambler, maybe I'll pay off my bookie or who knows. Probably just bet on the next horse." he finished with a small scoff. It was a poor attempt at a bluff but they wouldn't know that from the limited information they had on him. He always distanced himself, just his default. "Well lads, I'm gonna go for a stroll. I'll be in touch." said Bolt simply before vanishing in a loud crackling pop that left a small burn mark on the floor about shoulder length in diameter. The result from teleportation through electrons. -Now in the same time zone as everyone else- Warren had removed his suit and put on some regular clothes, the day was nice so he chose a pair of cargo shorts and a white T. He was walking through the park and admiring the sunshine and chirping birds, almost as a normal happy person would. In fact, he was following up on a lead from his contacts. Catching a glimpse now and then of a young brunette eating ice cream on a bench. Knowledge is power, as they say, and knowing your competition and their habits was always good for business. "So young, appearing so fragile yet one punch from her could shatter bones. Strange world we live in, strange indeed." he thought to himself, commonly discussing the world around him in his thoughts. He walked past a tree and then there was a loud crack and a singed patch of grass. If she had noticed his presence, she surely would notice his absence and that was enough to plant the seed. The seed of mystery which was a weapon all of it's own if harnessed correctly.

Lucy aka Torch Lucy was taking a break. She needed it badly after the day she had had. She had heard that Cassie had followed through on her plans to get ice cream and figured she'd enjoy the company, and plus, Lucy just really needed to talk to someone. So, Lucy made her way to the park, where she noticed a few people, including a man standing behind a tree. She paid him no mind though, seeing as how she had spotted Cassie on a bench. She walked over and sat down. "Hey Cass," she said, sighing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- John aka TK John looked over at Orb weaver after he asked him what he'd be doing with his cut. He thought for a second before replying. "I have a plan for it. I'm ambitious man, and right now, I've decided that I'm a very power hungry ambitious man. So not to sound cliche, but I'm thinking I'll use it to help fund my plans for world domination." John said, smirking. He'd thought for a while about this plan and was already to start Phase 1, once he set up a base of operations that is. That's where the money came into play. Right now, he wanted control of Happy Harbor. He figured, if he built up a gang, he could throw a small coup, take over from the authorities, secretively of course, and then deal with Young Justice. Anyone who got in the way of that would be toast. John smiled to himself, envisioning a world where he was in complete control.

Blue Arrow had made significant progress on his aircraft while everyone had been gone, finishing the first real prototype of his hover board, which he hasn't exactly named yet. He had many more plans, but he was ready for a test flight. He had been so excited by the prospect that he had missed the chance to go with Cassie for ice cream. That definitely put his mood down a bit. He felt like he hasn't exactly been the best boyfriend, or leader, and it bugged him. He chalked it up to being trained as a loner by his father, Green Arrow. He might be part of the league, but he couldn't be more alone. And Blue doesn't have a speedster friend to back him up. Arrow set the prototype up for its first flight, and began putting on his high impact gear, which did make him look a bit more armored up. It consisted of lightweight composite plates and bulletproof webbing, keeping to his usual appearance and reducing friction and high impact damage. He put on his flight mask, one that helped regulate airflow and protect his face from the possible wind resistance. It was stylized after what was similar to a full faced gas mask, but shaped to his face better and it almost seemed to be based off Batman's cowl in form. He pulled his hood over and hopped on, activating the board from his wrist. "If anybody needs me, I'll be out hopefully not smashing my face into the pavement." He would broadcast to the team over his communicator. "Also, I'd like to meet you for that ice cream, Cassie. Where can I find you?" He would ask, although her communicated was tracking her position. He had put that feature into everyone's equipment, for obvious reasons. He already knew where to find her. The board reacted to his feet as they locked into position. He had placed inhibitors in his mask to allow him to control it with voice, and hopefully, thoughts. It came to life under him, the thrusters quietly humming to life. The stealth aspect of the board was extremely important, and he had developed his own thruster system for this project. He was extremely proud to see it actually working! He began to lift from the ground, and he opened the hanger doors as he released the safety. Blue Arrow couldn't believe the speed he was getting. He was going over 100mph on the first flight! He was experienced in extreme sports, making this seem like a snowboard with no slope. He was able to adjust his feet and move his body to the rhythm of his flight and smoothly maneuver through the air. "I can't believe it works!!" He exclaimed as he dived down above traffic, testing the trust power as he approached Cassie. He had a small distance to cover, and he decided to try out a trick or two, boosting into flips and twists along the way. He felt exhilarated. And he felt proud to know he could finally be as fast as the others.