"Look, man, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to rob the bank but I'm broke and I need the money."
"If you need money, go get a job!"
"I have a job!"
"A real job, not blowing up the city -"
"This is a real job, Stormy. It keeps you employed. I don't ha...
Woohoo thanks for being here, again, let's do this!!!
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I loved destroying flyovers.
It was poetic, you see, the deep guttural groan of the earth as the foundations shook and the ground gave out at its feet. For a moment, it stayed suspended - like a last-ditch effort at denial - then it rocked back and forth, back and forth, straining against gravity, against my power, and then bam, it fell! Cracking and crumbling like a piece of biscuit.
Crisp. Quick. Beautiful.
"Woohoo," Hook cheered over the sirens that announced a Villain's presence. Meant to ward off civilians and summon the Heroes, it was such an obnoxious sound; if you asked me, it did nothing but incite any sane Villain to lose their mind and further destroy things (the problem, you see, kids, was with the system, not us).
"Don't just stand there," Garnet cried, joining me and Hook outside the bank. She had two duffel bags in her hands and a pool of water was sloshing by her feet. "There are three more bags in there."
"On it, babe." Hook, always bouncing on his heels and sharp claws glinting, ran inside the bank. Or at least, what was left of it. With a whole wall caved in, it looked like an earthquake had ravaged only that one building in the whole city of Bluefort. Well, the bank and the flyover.
Garnet tilted her head towards the said billion-xines public project. "Did you really have to do that?"
Of course. I involuntarily looked up at the blue sky recovering from the night. Come on, dude, any minute now.
"They're gonna come after you for this."
That was the point. I rolled my eyes under the black mask, knowing Garnet would be able to tell my expression anyway. "You and Hook go ahead." The earth beside my bare feet fell into a gaping hole. "I'll follow."
Garnet dropped the bags into it. "You're seriously going to wait for him?"
What an outrageous accusation! "No. I'll... um... cover our tracks."
"Our tracks, sir," Hook said, jogging up to meet us with three bags that he carefully dumped into the tunnel, "are as obvious as the flyover you just destroyed."
"Satan!" I groaned. "Can you guys just lay off of me for a while? I'm a supervillain, if I don't destroy roads, who will?"
"But it's always you who get to have fun," Hook complained.
"That is not–"
I almost yelped as a blur of violet sped past me and crashed right into Hook. He fell on his back several feet away, with a familiar Hero hunched over him.
