Adding to the noise [all Titans]

[Grace Logan]

Rolliing her eyes, Grace crossed her arms, "Stop being such a baby, wipe up your tears and lets free the hostages and then take care of the boys outside, or do you need me to do that too as well as freeing the hostages?" a mocking babyish tone to her voice now added. Looking at him and waiting for a response, she tugged out a small handful of on the go hand cuffs, or "ghetto cuffs" as she liked to call them. she only had one pair of cuffs, and wasting them on these guys didn't seem right...
cuffing each guy, she started twords the hole in the wall Blaze had made, kicking her bloody pulp of a perverted perp with the toe of her black boot lightly. "He's still living, come on..."

She walked twords where she had entered, her eyes locking on items and seeing evidence, like a super computer, her brain worked,zooming in and out to focus on small details until she reached the main foyer area, and looked around. looks like she had to untie all these poor people herself... These titans were slackers...

[William Talbot]

Blinking away his tears Blaze gingerly moved his hands over his groin and felt to make sure that nothing had come loose or fallen off after the sudden impact, but at her comment to him, his head tilted again to the side, this time so suddenly his neck popped as his eyes stared at her and his eyebrows flexed and contorted with his face into a shocked and mystified expression...

If Violet ever treated him that way, he would not have the feelings he had for her, and the fact that just a short half hour ago, Grace had been giggling and touching him in such a friendly manner, and was now being rather abusive, or at least careless towards him, confused and baffled him to no end, and the way she had treated the crooks? Okay, he wasn't totally upset about that, still Robin had told him that there where lines a hero didn't cross, and Jetta was stomping on one of them like a trampoline for crying out loud!

Shaking his head and slowly standing, his legs slightly bowed, Blaze groused softly as he followed a ways behind Jetta before he watched her walk into the main lobby, and observe everything, his eyes glowing softly as he looked at a pair of hostages who where tied together, his mind reaching out to the rope, a soft glow of blue heat encased the rope, slowly flowing over it like oil, gripping it cord by cord, strand by strand, fiber by fiber until, with a sweep of his hand, the rope snapped free, the wrists of the two people suddenly freed without a mark...

With a satisfied smirk, Will began to repeat the action on everyone else, snapping or dissolving rope as fast as he could focus on it without burning it, the kinetic forces he used to shape and project his flame, driving onwards attacking the rope with gentle heat and pulses of light.

[Violet Schultz]

Violet knew that the guards were probably dead, but she knelt by them and checked for pulses all the same, closing her glowing eyes for a moment and muttering a sad prayer as she confirmed that they were all dead. Standing again, her eyes were cold with anger as she followed Robin, her jaw clenched. If the criminals who had killed all of those men were still in the game, they wouldn't be for long. No, she wouldn't cross the line, but there was no way on earth she would let them get away with this. Those guards were murdered for doing their honorable job, for the sake of greed.

Will, are you okay? she asked through the link.

Her voice was tight with rigidly controlled emotion, both sadness for the dead guards and anger toward the killers. A mental image of the pile of guards flashed across her mind, something that Will would probably see. He would surely sense the mass of emotion writhing beneath the surface. There was one line that she never crossed, and it was a lesson that she had instilled firmly into her mind. Her powers and skills could easily kill someone without a great measure of control, and she hadn't crossed the line since she had learned that lesson, twelve years ago. But these men... coldly murdering people for the sake of money. Her inner flame was pulsing under the stress of her suppressed emotion.

Breathing deeply to calm her powers, she examined the room that she and Robin found themselves in.

[Tim Drake]

Moving down the hall, Robin paused for a moment before he full on sprinted at the door, and then jump kicked it open, and rolled in, tossing everything he hand in his hands at the people inside, shocking or freezing them in place, two men in black with guns standing in front of three men in suits, all of them behind a large by huge wooden desk.

As the men with guns fell to the floor twitching, the two men at the ends of the desk turned blue for a moment, as they where frozen in place by the bursts of liquid nitrogen and methane, only their heads remained untouched by the ice, although the effect was the same either way...


Picking the guns up dropping the clips, and taking the slides off, Robin moved with a cool efficient manner, as he walked around the two dazed gunmen, his armored boot crashing up into the face of the larger one as he tried to get up and fight, the other wisely staying down as Robin looked to the three bankers, a suspicious look on his masked face as the oldest looking one spoke first; "R-r-robin! H-h-how g-good o-o-o-of-f y-y-you to s-s-save us!"
The stuttering was most likely from the sudden cold, however the ice in Robin's gaze was just as cold as the chemical ice that entrapped the three businessmen at this very moment.


Something felt off, to Tim, this whole thing just simply didn't feel right, and it wasn't the four dead men stacked like firewood a few rooms away either, every sense, and instinct he had was screaming set up to him, and he was to highly trained an observer not to catch a few of the tell-tail clues that most people either forgot about or over looked.


"Really? Mind telling me what's going on here?"
His voice was cold hard steel, unmoving and unforgiving in its tone, and it was scaring the three men that more or less stood (although clearly not by choice at this point) behind the desk, as the boy wonder glared right through them with his seemingly icy soul-less gaze...

[Grace Logan]

Watching as all the Ropes were untied, she looked over her shoulder at Will, her eyes glowing bright, even though the lights were on. Turning around completely, she sauntered over, her hips working overtime as her steps took place one after the other. Her back arched, and her hands thrown off her hips, keeping time with her movements, she walked right up to him, and gave him a peck on his cheek. “Good Job” she whispered. Turning back towards the captives, she crossed her arms, popped out a hip, and took a stance that just oozed control.“Ok, you all have to stay in here, until we say its ok for you to leave. Does anyone here need any medical attention?” She looked around the room as there were little kids clutching their mothers leg, crying. Jetta walked over slowly, her stance and presence going from in control bitch, to demure and motherly in only a couple of steps. “Hey, it’s ok,” she said, bending down to the kids level. “We’re going to get you outta here, now gimmie five” she extended her fingerless gloved hand to the kids. Who smiled, and gave her high fives. Smiling and showing off her pearly whites, she stood back up, and walked back over to where she was in control.

“Now, all of you just need to sit, and be calm, and quiet.” She said. “Blaze and I will handle getting you out of here… We just need your cooperation” She looked back to Will. “I’m going to go find dumb and dumber, you stay here and make sure everything stays calm. “ She then padded off to go find her “teammates” and sighed. They were off doing nothing probably…

[William Talbot]

Blaze appraised the situation as best as he could, the pain between his legs much less now, but still stubbornly slow in leaving, still, it didn't stop his almost fiery dark blush when Jetta suddenly kissed his cheek and complemented him on his little experiment, which was just one more thing about her that was simply confusing him to no end...


"Uhh... Jetta... Uhh... I think... Something else is going on here..." Blaze answered as he paused walking about, his eyes glowing, and the link fully open as he sensed that something was amiss, via Darkbrand's proximity to Robin, and the interactions going on there.

Blaze suddenly didn't like this situation, but he couldn't voice why just yet and it bothered him...

[Violet Schultz]

Coming into the room after Robin, she stood just behind the men. Her silent maneuvering and the fact that Robin was effectively distracting them allowed her to get in behind them without their noticing. They did, however, notice when her hand lit up in flames, and they swiveled to look at her. She stood in a Shaolin kung fu stance, the flame wreathed hand as obvious a warning as pointing a gun at someone. Her glowing eyes stood out from a dispassionate and grim face. The flames still pulsed, but she was obviously in control, despite the anger she was suppressing.

"Why are you three still up and unbound?" Violet asked the bankers, her tone deceptively even. "Only one or at most two would be needed to get the money out of the vaults if these guys aren't professional, so do you want to explain yourselves?"

With their attire and general situation, they were either administration or they were somehow in charge of what had happened here. It was unlikely that three administrators of a bank would be there on the same day, the day that there just happened to be a heist. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she was fairly certain that these men were somehow involved in whatever it was that felt wrong about this situation. She knew that Robin could sense it as well, and she trusted her instincts. There was definitely something else going on here.

"You're going to want to be honest here," she said. "Otherwise, this will go in a less pleasant direction, and I promise you'll regret it."

[Tim Drake]

Robin glanced at Darkbrand, then back to the men, most importantly the shortest of the three, something about his face bugged Tim, but he wasn't sure just what it was yet, still as he stepped closer the three men paled, both at Darkbrands assertion and at his proximity, his soul-less gaze cutting into them for a few more moments before Robin reached past them and lifted a small black hard-shell case and then with a deft flick of the wrist, pulled out a small lock pick from a chamber in the extended part of his glove, and with a few quick turns, popped the lock open, and lifted the cover up...


"That's federally protected property! You can't do that!"

"Young man, you and you're associate are acting brashly, and making wild, sublime accusations and veiled threats, I would highly recommend that you reconsider you're conduct at this juncture, and--"

"Save it for someone who cares." Robin snapped as he read over the papers then handed then to Darkbrand, placing them in her unlit hand as he looked around the room and then back at the shortest man, who had dome the most talking thus far.

"Barney... What are you doing on the west coast?"

The short and well groomed, but still frozen man blinked at Robin for a few moments as if he didn't understand, but after a few more seconds of that hard heartless scowl, the man's voice cracked and went into a high-pitched, panicked and very British sounding whine; "Robin I was blackmailed, I swear! I was playing nice back in Steel City, honest! You can call you're buddies up! They'll tell you I wasn't nick'en a thing! Had an honest job and everything, please! Don't send me 'ome! Er' majesty ell' 'ave me head she will!"


Robin shifted his stance and the man clammed up, and just waited for what would happen next.

It wasn't much of a wait, as one of the shocked gunmen suddenly bolted upright and charged Robin, a knife slashing out and swiping at poor short, and frozen Barney, the blade being knocked away before it got too close, and the would be assailant being laid out in a few rapidly administered blows to the knee, side of the head, and chest.

As he restrained everyone Robin spoke to Darkbrand in a direct, all business tone; "Call the cops in, then get Blaze and Jetta in here, I want them to start from here with us and work their way out, we're going to comb this place top to bottom with the police and find whatever it is they where looking for..."

[Grace Logan]

The teen stood in the doorway of the room, Dancing a little as she walked in. “Hello! I’m HERE!” she smiled mischievously. She stood next to Violet, resting her elbow on her shoulder then quickly analyzed the situation. Bunch of guys frozen, Robin all angry, Violet all angry. She wasn’t sure what to expect from this moment on. Looking back and forth between the three factors, she bit her bottom lip. And looked to Violet, leaning over just slightly. “Can I get a quick synopsis?” she asked. She was highly entertained by the whole situation, really. Very fun, very Jetta.
Getting off of Violet, she morphed into a tiger, her fur white and luxurious. She came next to Tim, standing on her hind legs and growling, her growl not very scary, but more a cute kitten’s ‘meow’ at the frozen men. Coming back down off her back legs, she shook her head, shaking out her fur. The teen tiger titan jumped on the desk growling looking at each guy one at a time, then she made it to Barney. She let her fur rise up, and jumped off the table, turning into a person again and hiding behind Tim. “EW! ITS BARNEY THE PEDIFILE!” Jetta evil monkey pointed over to the older gentleman.

[William Talbot]

Blaze walked in behind the others in time to hear Jetta yell out and point at one of the bankers... or at least who he thought should be the bankers, but it seemed weren't and now he was totally confused at what was going on...

"Uhh... The people are out and uh the police are moving in... Say, just what on earth is going on exactly? I mean, I know somethings off here, but I'm totally lost now..." And he really didn't like it, he felt as if he was only getting half the page from a book to read, and the other half had the important details he needed to make sense of it all.

"Soo... Inside job?" he asked as he looked at everyone quizzically...

[Violet Schultz]

"Oh, grow up," Violet growled at Jetta, her eyes cold. Looking back at Will, she answered. "I'm not entirely sure myself. Apparently, there's something of value in this bank that they want, and it's not the money. Robin?"

She stood, still alert but not posed to strike now that the biggest threat had been neutralized. None of them really understood what was going on here, other than maybe Robin. It was obvious that this "Barney" person was from Steel City, where the Titans East were situated, but she had no idea what would send him across the country. Could there be something so valuable that he would go so far and attempt a heist in the city where the original Titans Tower was located? It made no sense...

She lifted an eyebrow at Will, noticing that his movements were slightly ginger, even though she couldn't see any other sign of injury.

[Tim Drake]

Robin looked at his assembled team and then cocked his jaw to the side some as he looked at Jetta and Blaze.

He was assuming that one on one, they where pretty smart and good at what they did, but right now, put them in the same room and they where clueless and useless...


And then Darkbrand... Well she had caught much of it, and had played along fine, but she didn't know what was going on either it seemed, so with a sigh he walked to the door and then stopped and pointed at Blaze; "Get the cops in here, now." then he pointed to Jetta; "Stop acting like you're twelve." he then turned to Darkbrand and waved her at the door; "Go and check the vault, look for anything that isn't out of place, then check it out, what you're looking for is going to seem overly simple and perfectly fine, but it won't be, and you'll know it once you see it and figure it out."

He then looked back to Jetta and his eye narrowed slightly as he glanced at Blaze once more and then huffed at the blond haired girl; "And stop beating on and molesting Blaze, we're on a job, if your from the future, you should know when we work, we don't play..."

And with that, Robin went to the desk and pushed the frozen men out of the way and started typing rapidly on the keyboard.

Really now, how was he to protect the city when everyone suddenly was acting like they where so simple minded?