[center][color=#4169e1][h3]Jasper Simmons[/h3][i]Quickshot[/i][/color][/center]
Fortunately for Jasper, his bow did [i]not[/i] scratch up the window of the SUV. His teammates at clambered in quickly enough, and they were racing through the streets of Central City in no time. Sure enough, it was uncomfortable to drive with his quiver digging into his back, but he compartmentalized and did his best to ignore the discomfort. The ride was pretty quiet, their communicators the only noise, and the dark haired teen pulled up the video feeds from Tohi and Junior on the holoscreen in the SUV's dashboard. Though he wasn't watching it himself, he was getting the audio, and that was enough for him. Figures that the villains would team up - they weren't likely to do all that well on their own, given the size of the Titans' team. But together? They were more formidable, and Jasper was looking forward to teaching them a lesson. Whether or not the team would do well together, however, was up in the air.

With stealth in mind, Jasper parked the SUV a couple of blocks from the bank, making sure the keys were secured to his belt before exiting the vehicle. Surveying the buildings in his line of sight, he tried to figure out if he'd do better from a vantage point or if being on the ground would be better. The team didn't really have a leader to defer to - they hadn't known each other long enough to establish it - so asking his teammates seemed out of the question. Gripping his bow, he spoke into the communicator.

[color=#4169e1]"I'm going to get up high, see if I can't take out that guitar,"[/color] he told the team, already walking the distance.

Letting himself into a building across from the bank, he ignored the confused civilians, taking the elevator for himself. Though he would've liked to assuage their fears, he didn't have time to talk. The elevator would only travel so fast, and he wanted to help his team out any way he could. Taking advantage of his long range to try and stop Johnny seemed to be his best bet. Sound waves could only do so much, and if he caught Punk Rocket off-guard then his arrow wouldn't explode before it hit its target. First, though, he had to get to the roof. Strategizing with himself would only get him so far until he could actually do something. Hopping out of the elevator, he took the stairwell up to the roof, frowning when he felt the wind. Great, that was going to throw off his aim.