One of the issues with people who claimed to be villains was they weren’t the smartest people in the world. Harper stood across from the building that these would-be villains rushed into for a robbery. His arms folded over his chest as he watched their group break into a bank - “A bank heist in the middle of the night?” Harper said, rolling his eyes for a moment before he said, “How fucking original?” There was no point in waiting for back-up. Not when he was as amazing as he was, after all. They’d be lucky to be beaten by him. “Alright, let’s go save the fucking day.”
Harper adjusted the black gloves he’d received from Inner Sanctum’s armory. He tightened them so they were secure before he walked over to the edge of the building. As he tossed his hands behind him, he grinned. Man, he loved his job. Igniting the sweat that built up in his palms, Harper let the explosion come through his palms; the force was large enough to send propelling from the ledge of the building and toward the bank that had been broken into. As he sailed through the air, he let another few explosions pass through his hands until he flew through the part of the building these bank robbers already damaged.
“Alright, you shit heads,” Harper grinned, “I don’t need to tell you that what you’re doing is illegal. I’m just going to give you a chance to drop everything and get the fuck o--,” clearly, the didn’t want to talk. Harper ducked down when a beam was shot at him. His eyes narrowed as he used his explosions to propel him to the shooter. His aimed his foot at the guy’s face, letting it collide with full force. Once he landed, he realized, he probably should have waited for back-up. // @manning-caldwell