"Oh, just great," Bluebird grumbled, still sitting lazily in in her chair, "we're the bad guys. I kinda wish now that you donut-holes go back to worshiping us." She commented, looking up at the guards. She rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder, cracking her tight muscles. She got to her feet, stretching her wings upwards towards the sky to make her appear bigger and scarier as she looked at the guards darkly. She super wanted to punt thinks dweebs into the middle of next month. THe dark haired woman looked as if she was going to do just that.