[h3]Wall Walker[/h3]

Walker, this time, though given a wonderful opportunity, did not run. A safe distance away from Ditch and Omega, he stood and waited. 

“So, what, are we just letting him go? Then, why the hell did we chase him in the first place? Did you actually just gather this whole team just to say ‘Oh, by the way...Umbra’ and then let that be it? What's really going on here, Ditch?”

With a glance towards Omega, Ditch only uttered one word. “Wait.” She said quietly, and looked back at Walker.

“Why are you robbing banks? Not just one.. All of them. You must be swimming in millions upon millions of dollars.. But you’re still here.. Not a single piece of bling on you, wearing ruddy clothes and a strip of cloth for a mask.. Hanging out at the orphanage.” 

Walker clenched his bloodstained teeth together, and wiped his face on the back of his hand, coating it in red. “Who do you think you are?” He muttered. “Crusading with your super hero team, fighting the bad guys? Am I just a practice target so you can feel prepared when you punch Umbra in the face? Hate to break it to you, but you’re not even going to get close to him. This city isn’t going to change.” There was true bitterness in his voice, but also some part of him sounded.. Tired. 

Ditch grabbed the edge of her mask, and pulled it off. “You always were a pessimist.” Walker shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. “And you, always the dreamer.” 

“You heard about Hummingbird, didn’t you?” “Yeah.” “And you just.. Don’t care?” “I can’t help her.” Ditch sighed. “You don’t even want to try?” “Umbra’s untouchable.” “So you’re ready to let her die?” “What do you want me to do?!” He shouted. “I want to be able to ask you for a favor when the time comes.” Walker’s angry expression faded, and he was left casting his gaze to the floor. “..fine.” He hissed.

“You can go.” “I don’t need you to tell me when I can leave.” “I’m still older than you.” “That never fucking mattered!” He retorted. Ditch had already turned around, throwing a gloved hand behind her as a wave, and he exited through through the wall, officially ending the chase. “I swear to god I’ll explain everything as soon as I possibly can, Omega.” She said, combat boots clicking against the floor and echoing around the empty office space. “I’ve got a goddamn fight to break up.” 

Something about Ditch had changed - her aura was entirely different. Her mask was off now, they could see her face, and she was [i]pissed.[/i] Graffiti was sprawled on the floor, after being shoved into the concrete by Rose. Ditch bent down and picked up the spray-painting vigilante by her hoodie. And then, her eyes glowed. A bright white - an unmistakable sign of power. All around: Not good.

“You’re a disgusting joke of a vigilante.” She spat. “You call yourself one of the good guys when you fight one of your own teammates? Do you think what you did helped anyone at all? Are you that naive?” Ditch’s grip tightened on Graffiti. “I have only myself to blame for ever including you in this. You need to leave. Now. And if I ever see your face again there will be [i]hell to pay.[/i]” Ditch dropped Graffiti, and took one menacing step forward. “[b]NOW.[/b]” She shouted.