Extremely bad smell (open)

[prometheus]

Black flames covered the bank, and black smoke rose into the air. It was the 3rd crime of Prometheus, and this time, he was making his name known, and that he was the culprit of the previous two. A few minutes earlier, Prometheus had walked up to a teller.

"How may I help you?" Asked the teller.

Prometheus responded with only one word. "Burn." With that he launched a ball of fire into the teller, lighting them and the wall behind them on fire. From there, Prometheus laughed a berserk, evil, sadistic laugh, and lit the rest of th building on fire. "Burn.....BURN!!!!" he shouted, still laughing.

[Dahlia Michelle]

"What the hell?!" Dahlia yelled, whirling around behind her, bags of money in her hands. She was robbing the bank; she was the (unknown, as of yet) disturbance, but there was screaming coming from the outside. Dahlia paused, sniffing the air. Something was burning.

... Someone had set the bank on fire?

Dahlia sighed angrily. That wasn't fair. This was her bust. And the bank had people that weren't rich in it too, workers and those trying desperately to move up the ladder. Those people didn't deserve to die. Dahlia sighed again, attaching the heavy money bags to her belt, and she marched outside.

All around the building, there was black flame everywhere. People were running and screaming, but many were stuck. In the middle of it all was a strange man, laughing insanely.

Dahlia marched up to him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

[prometheus]

"Exterminating those who don't deserve an existence!" Prometheus said, now hovering a few inches off the ground. He let off another berserk laugh. "Do you dare and try to stop my mission!?" Prometheus asked, launching a fireball at Dahlia, before twisting the flames so that they made a wall between the two of them. He then pushed the people together into closer groups. Prometheus, floated back towards the volt, and picked up some bags of bills. "How convenient, fodder." Prometheus smirked, lighting the bags on fire and throwing them at already trapped civilians. "Join with scorched Earth you worthless scum!!" Prometheus shouted.

[Dahlia Michelle]

Oh, wow, he could fly. Well, two could play at that game. As he rose into the air, she irked an eyebrow and did the same. She dodged the fireball easily, drawing an arrow at the same time. She rolled her eyes. "You're so annoying!" she cried out in irritation, firing a few arrows at him as she backed off to a farther range. The arrows would probably go through the wall anyway.

After that, she zoomed around the wall, following him again. She fired more arrows. "Stop it, you idiot!" she yelled, launching her explosive arrows and then a shield one at a family she recognized vaguely from a neighborhood near to where she grew up. "Seriously!"

It would probably be wise to avoid the flames. Although she'd heal, it would stop her for a minute, and it would hurt like hell. She grinned a bit to herself. Then again, she did have Robin's cape. She was willing to bet that if it was acid proof, it was black-fireproof.

[prometheus]

Prometheus burned the arrows that came near him. "Is that all you can do?" Prometehus sneered. He noticed a shield launched specifically at one family. "You're no fun!" Prometheus said, launching a larger fireball at Dahlia. "And you're the idiot, not me. You don't realize the truth of the world, that there are those who are meant to live on in the world, and th rest are meant to burn!! Those who can't survive the fire won't survive at all!" Prometheus brought all the flames in the room together at one point, before spreading them apart quickly and fiercely. "That family you were trying to protect looks extremely flammable right now." Prometheus, said, before starting to laugh again. "And what are you going to do about it, launch more of those flimsy sticks!?" Prometheus launched a fireball at the family that had previously been shielded.

[Tim Drake]

{{{Time for a Titan to step in}}}


A small round object sailed through the air and intersected the dark fireball, a cloud of freezing cold powdery CO2 dispersing from the impact point, nulling the flames, the source of the device suddenly appearing, hanging upside down from his legs on a low beam, his cape hanging down as the white, soulless eyes of his mask glared at the villain, his arms crossed over his chest until he slid down and flipped upright as he landed in a low crouch; "Sorry. but this withdraw had been canceled due to overdraft charges..."


Crouched low, with his staff in one hand, and three more disks in his other, was Robin, ready for anything.

Sizing the new villain up Robin was glad he had Darkbrand on call, since it seemed this guy had a fondness for fire, but then Tim had been working on countering that, just in case and the new extinguisher disks where part of that work...

[Dahlia Michelle]

Dahlia grit her teeth at his comment. Yes, that was all she could do offense-wise. She didn't have fireballs or anything else, but sooner or later he would catch all of the arrows she fired at him, and then he'd be hit. And she could fly -- he seemed to have forgotten, yet. Besides, Dahlia had another little ability up her sleeve, one that'd allowed her to become what she was.

"Don't you see me flying, Little Match?" she called out, deciding to nickname him. "Or are you secretly blind? I wouldn't blame you, though. You're obvious insane and you have to look at yourself in the mirror every day, too." She smirked. "No wonder you're burning the bank. It's so shiny it reflects your appearance everywhere. Must drive you crazy."

The fireball he threw at her was bigger this time, and Dahlia only missed it by a hair. "Oh, I realize plenty," she said. "I realize that you're stupid, crazy, ugly, and a d***. So, if I were you, I wouldn't really believe that little speech you just gave. Just some advice."

She narrowed her eyes as he laughed about the family he had, then her eyes widened as he threw another fireball in their direction. She should have been closer; an arrow wouldn't protect them in time. Dahlia began to zoom towards them when something else met the fireball and put out the flames.

Dahlia froze. She was relieved, but she recognized that cold air and those little disks immediately. She whirled around to see Robin just in time as he delivered a catchphrase she almost laughed at: "Sorry. but this withdraw had been canceled due to overdraft charges..."

Well, her wearing his cape might be a little awkward. He didn't seem to have noticed her yet. Maybe she could just fly away. With her money.

Dahlia quickly went behind a corner inside the room to watch.

[prometheus]

"What's this!? You deny my gift of destruction?" Prometheus lat out another laugh. "THEN BURN WITH THE REST!!" Prometheus launched a fireball at Robin, then launched fireballs at random people. "Let's see how long you can keep up throwing those disks without saving anyone!" Prometheus launched a fireball at two families at once. "I hope you're ambidextrous!" Prometheus smirked at Robin, the floated back a bit till his back was to the wall. "I give you two options, bird-brain, save the people, or save the bank, but you can't save both." Prometheus sneered as he continued producing tendrils of flame spread on the building. Either way, he caused damage, he was happy.

[Violet Schultz]

She wasn't sure whether or not Robin wanted her to interfere in this matter, since he hadn't called her yet, but she could feel the flames of this pyrokinetic from across the city. It was a situation that could definitely be dangerous for the civilians involved, whether Robin was there or not. She certainly didn't need to be told that an out-of-control or sadistic pyrokinetic usually killed people. She rode toward the flames on her motorcycle, hunching down close to the seat to lessen the air-resistance. As she pulled up, she got a feel for the situation through her powers and headed in.

The heart of the fireballs turned lavender a split second after they were fired and then the color spread before the flames were extinguished. With her eyes flashing purple, Violet ran in behind Robin. As she walked in, the creeping flames turned purple and were extinguished. Creating a no-flame zone took a lot of energy if the area was large, as the bank was, but there was no question that it would be far too dangerous to attempt to stop this guy without one.

"Sorry, but I beg to differ," she said. "There is only one option, and it doesn't bode well for you."

[Tim Drake]

Robin wrapped himself in his cape as the flames reached for him, and he ran forward, his staff folding and his hands filling with more disks and he tossed them hard fast and true, the air suddenly filling with bursting clouds of cold white powder, when suddenly all the flames died out...


"Perfect timing as always Darkbrand." Robin said as he palmed a few stun disks and pulled his staff out, again crouched down and ready for anything.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he said as he locked eyes with the black haired, red eyed villain, the stark white lenses of his mask enhancing his glaring gaze...

[Dahlia Michelle]

Dahlia winced a little as she watched from behind a corner. As insane as this fire-spouter was, he was right in one regard -- Robin wouldn't be able to stop the fireballs for long. She knew from experience that all his freeze disks and explosives could stop the arrows she fired, so he certainly wouldn't be able to stop all these black fireball. As the fire-spouter sent more fireballs towards two families, she saw that he wouldn't be able to stop it. Dahlia nocked an arrow and prepared to fire another shield, but before she could do anything, the fire turned purple and extinguished.

Turns out that Dahlia had made a good decision to stay back. A few seconds later some girl appeared glowing purple. Evidently she had control over fire, because after a moment all the black flames disappeared. Dahlia smiled to herself, laughing quietly. So much for the fire-spouter's little theory.

Darkbrand. Dahlia recognized that name. Darkbrand had been the person Robin had called to just before he almost died. What was she, his little helper because all the other Titans were gone?

Then Robin started questioning the fire-spouter, and Dahlia thought it was time to find a way to escape. She wanted to stay for the action, but she wanted to keep the money, too. But was it worth staying? She couldn't be sure that Robin hadn't seen her...

[thomascryos]

Prometheus tried again and again to create more flames, before realizing he was like a trapped rat. "My name's Prometheus..." Prometheus said, dropping to the ground. He took off his cloak. "And what I want is for those who don't deserve to exist, the weak who depend on the gifted like your disgusting pet there...." Prometheus pointed at Darkbrand, disgusted that she was working to protect normal people. "To save them. People like us have the power to change this world for the better, create one ultimate race! But I see these talents wasted everywhere on weaklings! Weaklings who were created only to be surpassed!"

"....Save the psychotic babble for another time please....I'm sure none of us here would like to here...." A quiet voice said from the door. At that instant, a bolt of ice shot from the corner of the room and hit taken by surprise Prometheus on the pressure point where his neck met his shoulder. Frostbyte walked out of a corner of the room, all the capsules on his belt were spent out, having used all of them during the fires. "....As Robin said......excellent timing Darkbrand......." Frostbyte said. "....now let us get this psychotic man to the police station....."

[Violet Schultz]

"'Pet?'" she quoted, sounding bemused. "Now that's one I've never heard before."

She kept her distance from the man. If the cryokinetic could strike in just the right place, Prometheus would be incapacitated without being seriously hurt. Violet knew enough about that tactic to know that if the strike wasn't completely exact, the effect wasn't all that dependable. Plus, some people had proportions which placed their nerves at a slightly different place. A minute difference, yes, but enough to make a difference. Injuries could play a role in it as well.

Not that it really mattered all too much if Prometheus was hurt. A guy who burnt people to death on purpose was sadistic and psychotic. She had never done that on purpose, and her conscience still tormented her over the death of her parents. This guy was like a black shadow of her, the monster she could have become if she had wanted to. None of her thoughts showed on her face, but she knew that this encounter would star in her nightmares later.

"What do we do with him?" she asked Robin quietly. "The police couldn't handle him."

[Tim Drake]

"Darkbrand is hardly anyone's pet..." Robin said as he stepped forward, and put all but one of his freeze disks back in his belt, and folded his staff up. He then looked the boy over and then placed his thumb under the right side of his chin near his wind pipe, right of a bundle of nerves that ran next to some glands, in a place where he could press and cause enough discomfort to motivate Prometheus back or to the side with ease.


He looked to Frostbyte, then to Darkbrand as he used his free hand to finger some small but obviously high-tech cuffs out from his belt, one end of them slapping down on a wrist as he spoke; "Not the normal police no, but the Q.R.T. can watch him until A-S.W.A.T. can get here," he then looked at the red eyed boy and squinted slightly, drawing his glare even tighter; "... In the mean time, we get to question "Prometheus" here... DB, care to take the first round?" he asked as he slapped the other end of the carbon ceramic EM cuffs on and flipped the switch, the tiny micro processor honing in on the pyro's individual nervous system's impulses and patterns...


"Miss Robyn Hood, mind setting your bow and the sacks down, and stepping out... Calmly?" Robin said as he let go of Prometheus, and then turned to face at the corner she was hiding in, his arms crossing yet again over his armored chest...

[Dahlia Michelle]

Dahlia smiled a little to herself. It was amazing how much tamer the fire-spouter got after his power was robbed of him. An ultimate race? What did race have to do with how good or bad anyone was? And the weak who depend on the gifted? What was wrong with that? Some people simply weren't able to take care of themselves. They were weak, born into poverty, sick. That's why Dahlia was helping them. Who did this guy think he was, Hitler?

She watched rather cautiously as Robin went up to this Prometheus, curious about what he was going to do. Turned out he was going to press a thumb into his neck. Strange. It really didn't make any sense to her, but whatever. Then he handcuffed him.

They're done, she thought. Time to be going.

Then someone else came in. Dahlia stopped, rolling her eyes a little. Oh, look, now we have ice, she thought. What was with these people and using their powers? Robin mentioned some government teams Dahlia'd never heard of, most likely those that helped the rich and trapped people with powers they didn't like, and she shrugged her shoulders and began looking for a way out.

Of course, it never would be that easy, would it? Robin had seen her, as she had suspected. Robyn Hood. She laughed a little with that one. Maybe Robin's cape, not hood, because that's what she had. She leaned out of the corner. "Actually, I do mind," she said, shrugging again. Then again, three to one weren't very good odds. She dropped her right hand from the bow, leaving her left to dangle the bow and arrow, unattaching the sacks from her bag. She dropped them on the ground. "But I'll leave these ones."