[center][b]"Come out with your hands up! We know that you are in there, unknown, and we have a whole squadron. Surrender peacefully!"[/b][/center] --- Meanwhile, inside of the National Bank, Legion dashed swiftly through massive corridors, his metallic, clawed 'feet' making the occasional 'clink' against the polished marble floor. The lights inside of the bank were completely out, leaving the entire building shrouded in dense shadows, yet the cyborg could easily see as clear as day. Underneath his helmet, Legion's baleful crimson eyes glinted in controlled amusement once he saw the glinting flashlights of wandering security guards enter the corridor he was currently moving through. Abruptly stopping his movement, Legion instantly calculated the amount of security guards were there, along with any note-worthy weapons and escape/stealth routes. [i]'Approximately four security guards, each with a baton and a pistol. Approximated bullet per magazine - Four. No obvious vents or pipelines.'[/i] Legion quickly surmised a sound plan. He would take out two of the guards utilizing the surprise factor, along with the darkness, before swiftly dispatching the last two without casualty. Stalking forward once more, the cyborg easily sidled up behind the moving group. He could hear their heavily-fattened bodies puffing with each step. The hesitance in their movements. The fear in their dilated pupils. Amateurs. In one smooth, yet erratic movement, the guard farthest behind the group was completely officially paralyzed from the spine up. withdrawing his crimson, blood-slicked blade from the unconscious man's spinal cord, Legion grabbed him by his limp neck and casually rested him against the wall. The others were dispatched in quite the same way, though, at the last one, Legion only knocked him out with a kick to the neck. Bending down, the teenager carefully engraved his alias, Legion, into the man's baton, before sheathing his blade once more and dashing to the roof via the staircase. --- Legion calmly gazed downwards, at the parked 7 police cars. The chief of police, Sgt. Jones, was still screaming into his megaphone about bribery and other stupid nonsense. A firing squad of about ten men stood near the bank's front doors, AK-47's aimed right at the marble entrance. Legion snorted, his voice coming out raspy and robotic due to him being in his armored form. "Idiotic humans." Silently, the cyborg slinked out of the crime scene, the data chip stored in a small compartment in his hand. --- Legion slowly pulled his blade out of a robot's motherboard with practiced ease, crimson eyes staring around at dozens of robot bodies littering the ground around him. After shipping the data-chip off to Bane's main headquarters, he had been on his way back to his apartment when a multiple groups of robots, most-likely from Brainiac's side of the end, ambushed him while he was still in his armored form. Big mistake. Walking out of the messy alley, Legion calmly flipped backwards, dodging a powerful, if not clumsy punch from a larger, more built robot. This one had the appearance of a juggernaut, with a heavily armored torso and gigantic brass knuckles. Too slow, however. Legion rolled to the side, dodging yet another punch, before brandishing his blade and moving forward. His arms were a blur as he tore into the massive robot with slashes and stabs too fast for an average human's eyes to follow. [i]'Left, right, left, right, right, left, up, down...'[/i] He finished with an overhead swing. As he dashed away at superhuman speeds, to scope out more of a situation, the juggernaut-like robot from before finally exploded in an explosion of shrapnel, screws, and electrical wiring. --- Legion watched as a human girl, a man with a shield, and some weird water boy fought off robots from the surrounding area. From a rooftop away, the adult versions of the 'heroes', most-likely their mentors, watched with keen eyes. The cyborg began analyzing the teens's fighting styles, his bionical eyes storing the fight away for later examination.