2092/Apokolips Now: Intergang Gotham

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Apokolips Now: Intergang Gotham
Date of Scene: 02 September 2017
Location: Gotham
Synopsis: Intergang hits the Gotham First National Bank. All hell breaks loose. So do many heroes, and the GCPD.
Cast of Characters: Renee Montoya, Lazarlite, Black Canary, Crusader, Hawkeye (Bishop), Batman, Element Woman, Miss America, Deadlights, Kaelyn Silverleaf
Tinyplot: Apokolips Now


Renee Montoya has posed:
    Very little, still, was known about Intergang save, really, what the news report had said - that as in Gotham, other 'small gangs' seemed to have gone quiet in New York, Long Island, and Metropolis. And of course, there were all sorts of rumors about what -kind- of hi-tech weapons they had, since law enforcement weren't coming forward with details and little had been specific.
    One thing that had leaked out -- to law enforcement and to a few heroes only that Oracle had connections with such at those associate to Batman, or the Justice League (and then branching out) is that one of the targets of the Gotham Intergang was going to be Gotham First National Bank. This had been found by Oracle in an earlier investigation and further backed by evidence on a laptop she 'borrowed' from one of their hideouts they'd discovered.
    The problem, though, was when. Nobody knew when. All that was known was 'soon'. Security had been beefed up around the bank. Teams of snipers and spotters in birds nests had been set up in buildings facing each side of the bank. Undercover officers had been 'hired in' at the branch and were posing as a teller and a faciliities/maintenance worker. Branch security also had a real police officer posing as a security guard -- Renee Montoya, and another officer would switch teams. But so far, through all their effort, nothing. And it's been two days.

    Now? It's 11 am. The bank is as busy as ever. In the building just to the east of the bank, near the back doors are four black, unmarked, delivery vans. Three of them are sitting low to the ground, and in unison, begin to take off, to head towards exchange that will take them onto the interstate, towards Metropolis. One remains.
    Inside and outside the bank itself? There's a sudden tremble, shaking, as if there were a small earthquake located solely withiin Gotham First National Bank as it's not affecting any of the other buildings.

Lazarlite has posed:
Lytle is feeling a bit depressed. His powers are potent...well his kinetic Absorption is really, without it his power level is pretty low. Still, He seems tomess thing us most of the time. Take that traffic jam her caused todayt in New York for example. Granted stopping every car on the street without any of them even getting a dent is impressive, but snarling up the traffic for blocks around is not exactly heroic.

Lytle glances around with his laser scan...wait. Is that building MOVING? A second scan confirms the movement. Perhaps he can do something.

Black Canary has posed:
    One heroine is definitely inside....as she was there when that laptop was found. And more importantly, when the strange holes connecting that building to a neighboring building were found in the floor. At the time, they weren't sure exactly why the minor gang they were watching was bothering to move from warehouse to warehouse.

    Then Oracle cracked the laptop and found out their target...and suddenly, it made sense. Why go through...when you can go under?

    Granted, she doesn't have a lot of proof. They could have been testing for something else entirely, after all. But it's enough that Canary slipped in disguise as a customer, then disappeared into the back security office, using her JLA credentials to convince the officers there to let her observe from inside. She's passed on what she knows to those she was able to contact who are involved...but some people are harder to contact than others.

    Not everyone has a spotlight.

    At the first tremor, Canary is alert. "...there...that's what happened at the other site..." she says, walking over quickly to study the cameras. "Check for anything odd...holes in the ground, or wall for the vault...."

Crusader has posed:
Crusader having gotten word of this inter-gang quickly became interested in finding out about this newly found group of criminals. After all any criminal organization with advanced tech usually ment trouble.
    And when the oppertunity arose to investigate things further, he jumped at the chance when Black Canaray passed on valuble intel. He himself was stationed within the lobby of the bank taking on the guise of an old greying man - no one of a particular threat. And had attuned himself both to communication comes and security surveliance to help keep an eye on things.

After the temors begin to occure He quickly communicates over the comm links "This is odd, seems it is localized to the bank only" he rumbles out over the comms as he sees to the outside that nothing there seems to be affected.

He grabs a handle rail - not because he needed it, but simply to keep up the act as he sees what else is happening. Though he keeps an eye on people and the ceiling incase something comes crashing down.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    Hawkeye isn't exactly in the Justice League or even has a connection to Batman. It's doubtful that she even got any information from Oracle, even though Kate was there when the former Batgirl collected the laptop at an earlier mysterious gang attack. Still, she noticed the enhanced security while on a Stark helecoptor, so the next day she took the day off and went to check this out.

    Kate watches the bank building from some distance away, out of sight of the police. "There! That's... I bet that's it." she says to herself on a rooftop. She immediately begins scanning the area with her optics set to magnify and range-finding.

Batman has posed:
"Put sat tracking on every interesting vehicle in or out." The Batman informs the Network, from his unseen perch near-- or perhaps within-- the targeted bank. It's his turn on stakeout, and to say he takes it seriously is an understatement.

Piggybacking on what the police have accomplished, the Dark Knight has hacked his way into surveillence up and down the block, affixed several of his sensor drones surreptitiously to adjacent structures recording and detecting.. and arranged a similar grid below the bank, eyeballing the tunnels under the Gotham Bank.

... Eyeing with a specific focus on direct entry and exit to the bank's vault-- assuming one doesn't care about tunneling through solid rock. Indeed, if one knows where to look, the Bat's eyes and ears are -everywhere-. So where, then, is the Caped Crusader?

If one had the senses or the proximity, his placement is easy to discern: in the cloud cover high overhead this fine, Gotham City morning, eyeing the scene below in multiple spectrums through ample digital magnification. Also: strapped into a powered wingsuit several times larger than he is, its bat-shaped visage periodically passing into the sun, high overhead.

Element Woman has posed:
They also serve, who sit and drink coffee.

Element Woman is among several emergency services workers loitering in a parked van a block and a half away, near a sign for subsurface street repair. She has a cup of coffee from the nearby diner, and she is, at least, distracting the pre-staged search and rescue types from the boredom of waiting.

"Honestly I'm really excited, and this is really sort of, sweet? That we're cooperating like this, between our cities, I mean. I know it was a little bit of a trip out here, but if anything happens, God forbid, I just hope I can make a difference," Element Woman chatters.

One of the emergency workers discreetly rolls down the van's window all the way. "So are you union?" he asks Element Woman.

"huh?" Emily says, looking towards him. "Oh, no, I don't have enough hours to get in on that."

"So you're making what, fourteen an hour here?" he muses.

"Well..."

There is a faint and distinct rumble. Some dust rises from the eaves of Gotham First. The guy slouching in the driver's seat straightens up. "Whoa. Is that a bomb?"

"Oop. Here, can you hold this for me?" says Element Woman as she leans forwards, handing her coffee to the guy with a union contract before becoming a dusty pink fog and pouring out of the window. Forwards! Towards the bank! (She hugs the ground, sliding under cars. No reason to alarm anyone else, she thinks to herself!)

Miss America has posed:
    Gotham. It, like many other places, is very different depending on when and where you are, a fact especially true when outside the conventional bounds of 'when' and 'where.' This Gotham... is familiar, and not. They always are. But no matter where she is, no matter the kind of surface-level multiversal makeover it's gone through, one thing's always consistent: it's usually in some form of trouble or another.

    But really, in America Chavez's experience, that's true of everywhere. And that is exactly why she's here.

    Rumor, questioning, and good timing had all inevitably brought America to Gotham chasing what, by and large, seemed like ghosts. No one had seen this new roving gang of super-badasses. Barely ever had even heard of them. It never really deters her, though; dogged as she is, she's taken to just combing the streets of Gotham, one block at a time, asking around where she felt she wouldn't draw too much attention. The right people, the right way. Like a detective might.

    It's probably the worst time she's had in a long time. And in the end, it's not any investigation that leads her to where she needs to be -- it's just happy coincidence that she hears people talking about earthquakes at Gotham First National. The young woman snorts once, shakes her head, and tugs the red cotton of her hoodie up over her features.

    "Figures," she mutters wryly -- and without even a hint of pomp or fanfare, she launches off into the sky, leaving bewildered Gothamites in her wake as she soars off in the direction of the bank. She'll be there in juuuuust a moment.

Deadlights has posed:
    Below the streets in a storm drain near the sidewalk of the bank, Deadlights waits. The earthquake made it a dangerous place to be, shaking the pit, but she was so close to the street that it wouldn't be hard to get out in a hurry. In the dark, hugging her knees to her chest, her head is tilted straight back and up as she watches absolutely everything unfolding above her: People, cars, energy levels, magic levels, auras, electromagnetic fields, even emotional energy shifting in colors with the moods of those present.
    At the right opportunity, she will move to act. For a brief second, glowing orange X's flicker beneath the heavy metal grate.

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Well Kae had been in Gotham today picking up some things to work on her latest project. While it works, it doesn't quite work the way she intended it to. Then of course, she found out that the place she wanted to buy some of her items at was a cash only business... And so, Kae is trying to get to the bank in order to use its ATM. Nobody has as of yet really told her to help out with Intergang, in fact the young mage has never even heard of it.

Kae's inside at the ATM when the floor begins vibrating, then shaking? She was about to get her debit card back when everything kinda gets crazier, and well she drops the thing. The redhead curses to her self in about half a dozen different languages, before she bends down to pick it up, the vibration making the thing slide across the floor some before she's able to grab it and she blinks as the floor gets worse, and her own senses tell her something is quite wrong...

OK it's not so much -sense- as it is one of her items, glowing red to indicate danger. The woman's green eyes glance around, and she quickly slides over to one of the large pillars and glances around curiosly.. Next the woman tugs her backpack off, and twists the zipper on the main pocket and opens the thing. She tugs out a few rods and a couple rings of all things, and places them in her pockets, then grabs a couple vials of a blue liquid. Those also go into one of her pockets on her vest before she closes the backpack up and flips it back onto her back. The Redhead then casually tugs on one of those rings, this being something to mess with electronic surveilance that's on her, or help make sure she isn't identified to the public easily.

Kae then opens one of those cylinders and shakes out a tiny construct or clockwork wasp which she activates and sends toward the bank's vault now.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    The building shakes a second time, and this time, two things happen. The first? The safe blows out. From the inside. The huge door flies several feet, skidding against the floor and knocking down, possibly even injuring several people who try to scamper out of the way a bit too late as well as decimating a tiny little construct wasp into smithereens.
    Several men in suits walk out, holding weapons the like of which nobody has seen before. Well. A few people have. White. Slick. Advanced. Even for this day and age they look alien.
    "Alright, ladies and gentlemen." The man twists a knob on the gun, points it at the door of the safe, and hits it. Outside through the windows less, and inside more there's a bright flash of electric-blue light. It's brief, but powerful as the safe door begins to melt in seconds which shows just what the gun can do -- and what it'd do to human flesh. "You're going to give us all your valuables. Everything in the registers. Everything. You have five minutes. Or we start shooting. Lenny here, will take your items. Be generous. We're shooting you if you think you're holding out on us." As each of the eight men presently in the bank foyer have such a weapon, Renee knows she can't do anything. Not yet. Not do anything but observe. And, start walking to Lenny, with her hands up. One gun is set down, carefully, on the floor. But, she's Montoya. And she has another gun, on her person. And, a trick up her sleeve. Or two.

    The fourth delivery vehicle begins to leave, then, from the other building, and a new unmarked black delivery van pulls up -- not to the front, or back of the the bank. But, to the side. Where there are a few windows, but no doors. Nobody gets out of the van.
    Deadlights omni-vision would allow her to see a new tunnel, going from the adjacent building, underground, up into the vaults of the bank itself, and the curious heat still, from cooling dirt, rock, and cement - not to mention steel.
    The Black Canary's thought was right. They had tunneled underground. And Batman's tagging of the vehicles would no doubt mark them as vehicles that had gotten away with the now very, very, very empty safe. Literally everything had been taken.

Lazarlite has posed:
Lytle is not sure what is going on with the bank, but he is pretty sure the building shaking is not a good idea. He reaches the bank in time to see it starting to shake again. He throws some of his absorbed energy into speeding his metabolism ind rushes inside...just in time to be hit by a flying bank vault door. It stops dead and falls at his feet. He says to the villains, "Go ahead, shoot me, I dare you."

Crusader has posed:
Crusader looks to the melted safe....well thats not good! Alright keep calm, do not panic. Crusader relays over the comms for the benifitt of those outside the bank or unable to see "We got eight men total in here, weilding guns capable of blowing out a safe door and meting it. Several injured so far" days like this he is glad he dosn't need to physically talk to get a message over comms

But none the less he notes Kaelyn - as he was attunned to the survaliance system she was 'blurry' to him quite suddeny. He dosn't know why, but has little time to think on it. Instead with many of the panic people, he drops to the ground, which provides him ample cover as his form seems to melt and dissappear. "One is going to try and draw their attention away from the general crowd

The vans are of no concern to him so much as the safty of the people here. The 'puddle' that is Crusader moves through the crowd of down people quickly and efficently using the denizens as cover. And eventually winds up behind the men. From there he reforms/reappears as The Crusader. His voice booming out "Leave these people alone!" at least if he get hit...sure its going to hurt like hell, but he should hopefully live. Of course this was just after Lytle himself busted into the bank as well

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    "Hell!" Kate swears. "They're not getting away this time!" and she grapnel-gadgets down to street level, beating feet towards the bank, but not the front. No, to the side... where that waiting van is. She preps a arrow - a zip-line, even though she's on the ground. If that van tries to escape, she'll be firing her arrow at the vehicle, so she'll at least have an interesting ride.

Black Canary has posed:
    At the sight of the vault being burned into, Canary narrows her eyes, flicking over the cameras. Eight in the foyer...and a hole in the vault. It's a no brainer really...the loot isn't as important as saving lives, and she counts on those outside to deal with the getaway vehicles. Instead, she quietly slips out of the security room, sneaking her way towards the the foyer. Looking for the thug who's on the edges and waiting until the others are looking away, busily looting the civilians.

    Then smoothly moving forward...a hard tap to the underside of the gun and a rotating twist to try and disarm the man, then bringing the butt into his kidney. Hard. Not only is it agonizing, debilitating pain...it tends to make it hard to talk or do more than gasp.

    Which she follows up by yanking him down out of sight and calmly choking him out, before starting to shift positions towards the next target, slipping silently behind the teller's counter.

Element Woman has posed:
Element Woman thinks as she traverses nearer and nearer to the bank: They aren't collapsing it, and it seems really obvious what you do if you're at a bank... you rob it! That's what I'd do if I was a criminal.

The delivery truck leaving the bank gets noticed by her --

And so does that van, pulling over there to park!

My job here is safety, Emily Sung tells herself, and that's why a slightly colored ground mist rises up and forms a humanoid figure on the driver's side of that van, pouring and thickening and coagulating. By the time she's gotten her less-gritty arm together, Element Woman tries to politely nok-nok on the van's window.

"Excuse me! You shouldn't park here! There's an ongoing situation!" she half-shouts.

Her head tilts a little when she sees an arrow land, but it's trailing a line. She looks over her shoulder at Kate momentarily, which may present the mystery van's occupants with a key moment of inattention.

Deadlights has posed:
    Deadlights continues observing for a little while, to try to see what sort of energy is coming from the strangers with the weapons. When they fire the gun, she winces and looks away, blinking furiously, everything darker. Too much energy. That hurt.
    She is grateful to grandma's advice in the South Seas. Observe first, then strike when the opportunity is right. Don't charge in ignorantly. If she had been up there to loot the looters, she may have been blinded.
    She debates. She could steal from the thieves... or steal their weapons. The weapons are likely far more valuable than jewelry and cash.

Batman has posed:
It's both nice and bothersome when the Bat's detective instinct pays off. He -knew- those trucks were trouble, the employees loading them-- something not right, even through the cowl's imaging from on high. He -knew- they'd come in from below.. and still they sprang their trap.

Sometimes, that's simply the hand the Caped Crusader is dealt-- and he wastes no time lamenting it, simply adapting to it. "Deploy Alpha and Beta on the first van. Gamma and Delt on the second. Interdict and disable; weapons hot. Track the third, but let it slip our noose." The Dark Knight enigmatically informs the Network.

As to the fourth truck, and the situation in the bank? The bat cavalry is on the way to that fray. Pressing a button on what the media foolishly calls the bat-glider's controls, Batman, in the a core armored pod that deploys ablative screening around him, is dropped careening from the sky. Directly into the last fleeing truck's engine block, if the bat-bomb has its abrupt, metal-shearing, screeching way about things.

Several blocks away, dark two-wheeled superbikes roar to life of their own accord... and speed off inexorably after the fleeing vehicles. Some of them, that is.

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae's little clockwork wasp is blown around by the sudden explosion of the door, not really damaged per say but sent flying in wild directions. The little clockwork construst hovers near the ceiling briefly, it's black and bronze carapace dull in the light... It then darts down toward Renee's back, looking to land near her belt, and maybe occupy part of a pocket. Kae blinks at the creature's antics, but shrugs, least now maybe she can slap a protective ward easily.

The redhead mutters to her self, making the vast majority of her jewelry and other items become someone else's problem, or ie, take on a look to other people that identifies that stuff as something not at all interesting. She then clicks her tongue briefly and tries to put said protective ward on Renee, the ward it self not quite active less something is fired toward the woman or something that can cause her serious damage comes her way.

Kae glances around at the others of the crowd, and shakes that tube she let the wasp come out in the first place, sending out the last two of her little insect constructs, one a tiny matis, the other appearing to be a moth. She sets the Moth up to sacrifice its core to project a ward around the civilians here, something to protect them as much as possible should shooting start. The Mantis? She sends into the truck with hopes of sacrificing its core to render the truck inoperable...

She doesn't know about the woman with the bow, or might not do this. Still, Kae now glances to Crusader and waves to him subtly, trying to grab his attention and make sure he knows where the woman in the 'somebody else's problem field' is hiding.

Miss America has posed:
    America Chavez is pretty good at reading a room to get a handle on a situation. This is Gotham. The goddamn Batman lives here. She doubts things are going on inside that bank that the heroes here are unaware of or haven't planned for in -some- capacity. So that just means maintaining a perimeter and letting them do what they do best, as far as she's concerned.

    She's pretty good at reading a situation; what she's not good at, though, is subtlety. Which probably explains why, as Kate swings down towards the street, arrow prepped, she's greeted with a smudge of blurring red, white and blue lines before -something- collides with the asphalt stretch just in front of that van with a cracking impact of arrival. Concrete cracks and powders as America straightens inside her freshly-made impact point (sorry, Gotham taxpayers), standing directly in the way of the van if it should try to speed off.

    She doesn't say anything. She just frowns, hands curled to fist, and glares at that van. Like she was trying to stare the entire mass of metal down and dare it to try to move. The whole van, and everyone in it. To be fair, though -- it's one mean-looking stare.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    As Lytle makes his - superhuman entrance, bursting in at megasonic speed and stopping the safe door in the last few moments of its skidding to throw his clout into the room, it causes at least half of the men to look at Lytle like he's crazy, and each of them laugh, just a little bit. "Hero, huh?" Says the man in the pinstripped suit. A man that Dinah may well recognize from two nights ago. "See. I know how you hero-types operate." He taps his noggin.
    That's when Crusader booms his voice, and the man in the pin-stripped suit snaps his fingers, and Crusader gets a blast of energy-weapon, right in the chest from the man on his left hand side. Luckily for Crusader, it's not turned on full power. But yes. It's going to hurt like hell.
    "Why hit you? When we can just -- do anything we want?" A little mad with power, this one. "It will be your fault. These people die, now," he assures Lytle, in an overly gleefull sort of way.
    "Stop, right there," another man calls, suddenly eyes on the Black Canary. Sure, she took one of them down. But, the fact that Lytle and Crusader have both caused a bit of disturbance have heightened these criminals attention to sharpened edges, now. The alien rifle gun, pointed at the Canary is ready to fire. "Want I should shoot her, boss?"
    Detective Montoya, seeing that there are heroes here, though she has no clue who Lytle is, or Vorn, she at least knows the Black Canary, and says, "Gotham PD. Detective Renee Montoya. You're surrounded. We have snipers. SWAT teams waiting. You have hostages. What do you want?" Her goal, clearly? Isn't necessarily to negociate. Rather, it's to create further distraction, to give Black Canary, others, time to act even as her eyes move to Vorn, disbelieving the man? Is still alive given what she's seen.

    Outside, Emily gets a rifle shoved in her face, keyed up with a blue light and ready to fire. "Back off," the driver says, sneering. "Or you're dead."
    The arrow to the van hadn't gone unnoticed, either. The back doors open, and three men get out. One? One has not a rifle lookng power weapon. But one hefted on his shoulder. Looks -- almost like a rocket launcher. The guy with a rocket launcher tracks the arrow's origins, focuses the sight. Aiming.
    This isn't going to be good...and America's staring doesn't seem to be doing anything to them. Yet.

    The vans, meanwhile, are oblivious to any sort of tracking, just yet. Or the contengencies Batman may have placed. For all the world? They're quite sure they've gotten away. But, that's why he's Batman, right?

Black Canary has posed:
    There's a muffled curse from the blond bombshell as Crusader and Lylte blow her attempts at stealth...she was really hoping she could down one or two more before they realized. Or, well, could avoid a firefight inside a lobby filled with civilians with energy weapons like that. But, if wishes were horses...Superman would be here and they'd already be down. Sigh

    Canary raises her hands as the gun is pointed at her, shifting her weight to her toes. If the 'boss' orders him to fire...she can at least have that split second to dive clear. Either that...or she's going to really hope the other two apparently heroes, or Renee, can distract them long enough for her to close the distance. It's way too tight for a Canary Cry in here.

    She mentally starts planning out her attack on the thug with the drop on her...cross the table, flip over, leg lock around his neck, throw him against the far wall...yeah, she's going to have to wing this, isn't she?

Lazarlite has posed:
Lytle's eyes glow, and suddenly there is six of him, one standing in front of each of the goons with heavy weapons. Only one is real of course, the rest are holograms, but the villains wil not know that. He...all six of them...jumps into the air and starts weaving back and forth, flying at a human running clip about 2 feet off the ground.

Element Woman has posed:
Element Woman looks towards the arriving America Chavez. (Arriving is putting it mildly. Element Woman's eyes widen at that pavement-cracking impact, but given the context she's not inclined to chide over defacing Gotham City property.)

"Hi!" she says, then, "Are you with -"

Her head turns. A rifle is stuck in her face. Element Woman stares at the driver's sneering face with a sort of frozen astonishment, then raises her hands.

Having a gun stuck in your face is very clarifying. She takes a half-step back. Her eyes flick down for a moment and then Element Woman sidles to the side, saying "Alright" to the man with the blue-litten rifle. "Just don't -"

America, Kate, and any people who aren't pointing a gun at her personal face would see that her left leg has become some kind of mist. The immediate area now smells strongly of nail polish remover because the air immediately around Mr. Driver is suddenly increasing in its quantity of ether.

Element Woman watches him verrry carefully because this is kind of dangerous. On the other hand: Gun, escape vehicle, he is totally up to crime.

Crusader has posed:
Crusader is a *very* tough being, the armored figured being a virtual walking tank. The beam was hot enough to melt a dent half way into his chest and has Crusader slideing back a bit. What appears to be molten metal drips off his chest onto the ground or pools in the newly created cavity. Thank Juuthum he ain't human or that would have been really bad. But he did instinctivly grab his chest.

He lets the crooks give their little spiel about knowing how they work. As Renee tries to distract them from what he gathers, he launches into action again. Specificly he his right arm suddenly lashes outward and sucker punches the man who shot a hole in his chest - just hard enough to knock him out if he makes contact. Meanwhile his right hand stretches over and just *taps* the shoulder of the man who is point a gun at Canary - hopeing to help provide The Queen of Scream a more favorible chance to act.

Batman has posed:
Like a revenant the Dark Knight rises unharmed from his smashing entrance, emerging from the hissing fog of what used to be a functioning truck engine in a lunge that carries him into a combination-pummel of that vehicle's driver, culminating in the goon being thrown clear of the vehicle's wreckage, arms bound uncomfortably by reinforced wire. It's easy to lose the Bat-- or /whatever/ did that to the last loot transport-- in the aftermath amidst ample excitement and more than a few parked cars.

The Caped Cusader's presence is next announced when he lends his support surreptitiously to the group confronting the getaway gang, a dark gray matte metal sphere tinking softly across the ground to land amidst the trio of Intergang operatives. It explodes into a fine, shimmering mist-- a mist that's actually an uncountable swarm of nanobots.

Each only has a few seconds of thrust on its own accord-- but it uses those seconds with uncanny precision to home in on the hottest energy sources in the detonation radius. Likely those advanced weapons. The little buggers would burrow, cling, and then suck up as much juice as their little capacitors can handle, before frying out like a very colorful mayfly in a spectacle of electrical discharge potent enough to knock Croc onto his tush.

Up the street, the pursuit of the first van to be intercepted is announced by another RPG discharge-- this one decidedly -not- of Intergang's design, and aligned with computerized precision on the loot truck's rear wheels as the jet back cycle accelerates with such power as to swiftly pass the target vehicle, surrounding it.

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae sees what's going on and sighs, mutterng now. She then tugs a rod from her pocket, the woman then whispers now, making sure her voice carries to only those heroes and Renee inside the building. "I've set up protective wards around the civilians here, but you guys have a time limit. " Kae then whispers directly to Renee "Officer, you have one of my constructs in your back pocket.. It can buy you time if you are shot at, you have maybe 30-40 seconds before the ward gives out once it's activated. Make use of it. Also I don't have any clue how long it can last against these weapons, that estimate is very much so ball park." She says.

Kae now mutters again, activating the mantis in the truck, causing it to basically give off a very short-ranged and somehow targeted electronic pulse as she tries to knock out the truck's electronics. Kae grins now and the rod she has in her hand glows dully as she channels magic through it. She then swivels around the corner, pointing that rod at one of the goons before willing the thing to discharge and launching a bolt of raw kinetic force at said goon, It's odd for magic being cast to have a recoil, but casting through the item actually magnifies the spell enough that it actually recoils in Kae's hand as the bolt zips out toward the man with one of the guns... If it hits it will have similar impact to a kick from both rear legs of a horse.

Kae rolls back around the column and mutters "That's new..." She then spins the other way, looking for another possible shot.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Oh, God." Kate curses, drawing another arrow. She draws and fires at the men climbing out of the back of the van. It should miss... she wasn't trying to hit them anyway... it should land short of them and begin billowing red smoke. It should not only block visible light but IR tracking too. Hopefully that will give her a chance to not get obliterated by the heavy energy weapon. That and junking like crazy as she continues to run at the van. Another arrow to the string, but she doesn't fire yet. This one will be a flash-bang.

Miss America has posed:
    The van, at least, doesn't seem to be intent on going anywhere; not with Emily posing that very polite distraction. America's dark eyes snap towards her and the rifle pointed in her face. She looks to the men pouring out the back of it. The stare, it seems, is not providing sufficient warning for them to cease and desist. Brown eyes narrow.

    "Yeah, okay," she decides, rolling her neck. "Let's try it this way."

    The speed she moves at is less astonishing than the sheer acceleration; America goes from standing to booming forward into a chaotic smudge of colors in maybe a second tops, banking on the ether swelling around the driver (THAT would have gotten a sideglance if she wasn't juggernauting it up) to distract him just long enough so that she can collide, bodily, with that armored vehicle--

    --and then just flip it right up and over the heads of the exiting men to land with a very deafening crash just behind them. One: to eliminate their escape. And two:

    "See that? I'm doing that to your faces next if you don't make the smart play and give up, bobos."

    She's hoping it'll distract them long enough for Emily and Kate (wait -- Kate?? she'll think about it later) to deal with their own, horrible-strange-superweaponry-related problems. Because she's really not banking on a surrender, here.

Deadlights has posed:
    Deadlights uncurls from her crouch, and takes out several glass soda bottles filled with a mixture of powder, liquid and airgun pellets. Sealed with waxy rags, she uses a lighter to begin setting the tips of the makeshift grenades on fire.
    In the noise and confusion she pushes aside the heavy storm grate, and grasps eight lit bottles in her hands, barely lifting her head and torso out of the storm grate.

    Immediately she tosses them in all directions, into the air, towards the crowd, curving around objects and people she scatterguns them towards the most heavily populated groups of the scene; the air makes the rags burn brighter, the wax acts as an accellerant and the bottles explode, some even before they hit the ground. Loud firecracker pops and stinging pellets fly in all directions, accompanied by thick, acrid black smoke that billows out in all directions.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "She won't attack. She ain't that dumb," the man in the pinstripped suit says. Then, he comments, "Four minutes." Dumbfounded by everything that's happening, most of the people - the hostages, aren't taking chances. Especially after watching Vorn get shot without a hesitation, even if he didn't die. They saw the bank vault door melt. And they know it could be them. Lenny's bag is filling up quick.
    The leader turns to Renee, "Simple. Everything. We want. Everything. In Gotham. And we're going to take it. Now, Detective -- shouldn't you be going to see Lenny? Or, you want to get shot too?"
    Montoya moves slowly, with others, to Lenny, "No need to shoot anyone," she tells him. "We're all cooperating."
    One of the gunman fires at one of the hologram Lytle's - as does another. Each firing of the gun literally melts a hole through ceiling in about a 2' spread, and breaks through the wall too at a high angle; the Gotham First National Bank is now more aerated than ever.
    "Stop playing around with him," snaps the leader of the group. "Kill her." He points, to Montoya. And the gun moves towards her from one of the two that'd shot up in the air.
    Renee sucks in a breath. And in that moment? Sure. She's afraid. She's facing death. But there's still a defiance, a ferocity in her that speaks of no regrets. And if she's going to die anyways? She's reaching for the gun, holstered in her jacket. Hidden.
    Vorn knocks one man out, cleanly, causing sound and sewing chaos. The man aiming at Renee turns to see Vorn tapping at his friend shoulder -- and Vorn gets hit again with the blaster, even as the man being tapped, and focused on Canary stupidly turns to look, leaving Canary open.
    And then a group of them, along with the hologram Lyle's get short-circuited. It doesn't damage the weapons, but two more of the men go down, and Lytle's hit too, or maybe just some of his holograms.
    Only half the men inside are left now. "We need to get out of here. Now," says Lenny, urgently.

    Outside, the driver keeps his rifle trained on Element Woman. The rifle whines as if it were charging. "I said get -out-." And then, a moment later, "Jesus. What's that -smell-?" He coughs, once, twice, and looks back to his partner, on the other side of the van, and the two men still in the back to see where it's coming from, while before he's able to fire, the eyes of the three men out of the truck are clouded with red smoke. They quickly move out of the way, backing up further. Blindly, the guy with the rocket-launcher fires -- hopefully Deadlights isn't looking. Because it's a weapon powerful enough to literally burn through the doors of Fort Knock with a single fire. In this case? Several cars are wrecked as the launcher, aimed a bit too low, burns through the Gotham street to create the World's Largest Pothole, even as Kaelyn's mantis makes short work of the van's electrical systems, just as America literally flips the van over.
    The men that were still in the van try to scramble out, as those outside home in on their targets - Kate, Emily, and America.
    Deadlights 'distraction' causes one of those men outside to assume that they're being fired on, and a laser blast shoots back, blindly as they begin to get their bearings. A car is incinerated. Montoya's car.

    "We just lost a payload," calls one of the remaining van's drivers. Two men open the back door of the van, looking for the culprit. And, one of them points to the unmaned armored Bat-Cycle coming towards them. A gun is brought up to find bearings, to aim. Get it, before it gets them ...

Lazarlite has posed:
Lytle is hit, which does nothing much to him...to him energy is energy and he can absorb it if it is strong enough to pass a certain threshold. Three villains left...he lights up his eyes again, creating two quick laser strobes, blasting the weapons on two of the goons with his own laser power. It may not be quite as high energy as the ne they are using, but should do the trick.

Black Canary has posed:
    The moment the man's aim on her wavers, Black Canary is moving, charging towards him and leaping up, planting her hands on the little table used for filling out banking slips, then using her momentum to go flying into double footed kick to the man's chest, riding him down as she slams her fist the nerve cluster at his shoulder to numb his arm so he'll drop the rifle, then follows that up with a hard headbutt aimed at knocking the guy cold. Either will work. The others are making a good distraction, giving her time to scoop up the fallen thug's rifle, hefting it as she bring sit back two handed, then whips it at the head of the guy who was ordered to kill Renee. There's a shortage of detectives she likes at GCPD! Can't afford to lose one.

    Even as she does, she's vaulting on top of the little table she's next to and sending herself sailing through the air towards the same guy, looking to...well, basically flying clothesline him and ride him right into the ground, bringing her knee down into his solar plexus.

Crusader has posed:
The comming blast was even stronger than the first! As his shoulder is shot - his entire right arm just plops onto the ground indenting it infact- becomming a puddle of goo that swirls white, blue and gold. WHere the blast hit, the entire right side of his chest is just melted away - and even he can't help but cry out in pain. Superhuman or not - that stuff HURTS!

His 'wound' was still too hot for him to even properly reform his the missing limb, but it was worth it. He stagger abit but gathers his composer quickly

With the man down, his good arm once again snakes out, but this time with a different goal. He grabs the advanced looking guns from the knocked out men - and they become enveloped with his arm. His arm comes back to his body in time for him to see Kaelyn (or rather the blurry figure in his eyes) knock out another goon from her shot. He is mostly recognizing her from her voice now, but there was no time for pleasentries, the gestures to Kaelyn to get another of the men - specificly he points out the man who seems to be giving the orders around here

Batman has posed:
Farther up the Gotham streets, the crippled truck's crew do an admirable job defending it. If the bike firing upon them had a rider, the fervent spray of small arms fire might have worked wonders and allayed the harassment-- as it is, however? The armored drone accelerates at an impressive rate towards the fellow who turned to fire upon it, skidding into a sidelong slide that whips it through low, and takes both the man's legs out; likely, until completion of ample, ample physical therapy. It's non-lethal, but not nice. The bike skids around as its partner makes a return pass, firing a second precisely-placed rocket to pit the left front wheel, blown to bits, into a substantial hole. A similar noise rounds the corner behind the second truck flagged for interdiction.

The Dark Knight uses the growing smog and confronted guards to slip into the bank as the others deal with the mop-up at the getaway vehicle. Rather than enter the room properly the Caped Crusader comes forcefully through a flimsy interior wall and drags one of the assailants through the drywall, dropping several more of those weapon-boring batbombs in his wake, rolling towards remaining Intergang enforcers before detonating in shimmering clouds. it's almost pretty.

Element Woman has posed:
As Element Woman unleashes her discreet wave of anesthetic, a whole bunch of other stuff explodes and zaps around her, such as the nanobats, a smoke-bomb arrow, and America smashing at the van. "Wow!" she says, and then comes a horrendous SCREECH of that weapon being fired, the heat bloom washing over her as her eyes widen.

A weapon is pointed at her.

She raises her right hand, which becomes red, not with blood or fury but with the red heavy silt of thick water-sodden river clay. A lot of it. Her hand actually becomes more of a raised-up clubbing lump, which is then slung straight down at the guy drawing a bead on her. "Gah! Don't shoot those, this is a crowded city!!"

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae's eyebrows wave and she activates the wards, all of them she's set up as she sees fire go out, gotta protect the people and all... The wards snap to life now, making a hissing noise, not unlike the snap-hiss a lightsaber in the movies might make when they spring to life.

Kae then hops up the hand with the rod pointing at one of the goons before a bolt of blue incandescent energy blasts out of the rod, this zipping toward the person almost quicker than they eye can follow.

Meanwhile, Kae's whispering and reaching toward the side of the building she sent the bug. If she can see one of the mooks that are outside she'd try and 'grab' him magically and pull him back toward the wall of the building, trying to slam the fellow into it hard enough to either dislodge the weapon or simply knock him out.

Kae's running picks up to a trot now as she now heads toward the side to help out with those outside, thinking with the wards up, those inside can finish off the thugs here. "Act on it, 30-40 seconds." She says to the heroes inside, the woman's voice a smooth projected whisper.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Holy crap on a pogostick!" Hawkeye curses as the heavy blaster does its work, luckily missing her but still causing massive collateral damage. She fires her arrow, it should pop right over the heads of the three men aiming at the ladies and produce a bright flash and a disorienting noise. "Fire in the hole!" she shouts in warning... hopefully the others won't be too close and in the area of effect. As she goes, one of the bottles of popping airsoft pellets explodes near her, showering her with biting pain. "Ow! The f..." That;s going to leave some marks.

Miss America has posed:
    Of course, they don't surrender. Which is probably why America is already tensed up in preparation to -move- when those crackling beams of energy slice through the air. The boom of that rocket launcher going off; the sight of weapons these men shouldn't have access to firing off through the crowded Gotham streets. America's teeth grit together as she takes quick stock of the situation and the other players on the field. Emily, doing her best to defend against that weaponry with her impromptu, malleable defenses. And Kate, prepping that arrow.

    "Tch," grunts the surly adventurer -- and with that, she bolts into movement, interposing herself between Kate and the members of Intergang to provide her with a human shield to use as cover. Superheated energy fire boils and ionizes the air around her, slicing through her jacket and punching into her midsection with power that could probably melt steel; she feels it painful burn at her stomach, but ignores it, only letting it deter her momentum slightly as she barrels down to swiftly grab the rifle of the man firing upon Element Woman -- and then unceremoniously -jam- the thing right into his face with just enough force to knock him senseless before looking to toss him in the direction of one of the men still recovering. And probably make an ugly mess of his poor face in the process.

    She is, if nothing else, a woman of her word.

Deadlights has posed:
    Deadlights can see the weapon's charge building. Her overdeveloped neurons process the entire event as if it were bullet time; the world slows down with the concentration on specific sense data. She ducks down into the storm grate once more as the beam goes overhead and into Montoya's car. Her eyes are shut and she waits until the sound of the weapon discharge has ended.

    With the smoke still providing cover, and her eyesight piercing through the smoke, she hops up and out of the storm drain, and draws her gun. Staying ducked, she targets the alien weapon holders outside of the bank, particularly the one that was so keen to fire. She turns in a half spin and gathers momentum and intertia down her arms and fires on each of the guards outside the bank, curving the bullets towards their left eye sockets - trying to angle in and scramble their brains as the ammo ricochets against the inside of the skull - with the precision of a trained sniper. She means to turn them off like a light switch and prevent them from getting off any retaliatory shots.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    The inside of the bank goes from chaos, to even more chaos as the efforts of Lytle's laser-strobes, and Vorn's elongated grabby-hands make short work of most of the weapons laying around, and the Black Canary -- and now Batman's appearance make short work of the rest of the gang, including poor Lenny. Who was just holding a bag. And not even pointing a weapon at anyone. Poor misunderstood Lenny. At least the drywall kind of buffeted the initial hit.
    As Montoya hears the words of Kaelyn, sees everything else is going on, she takes a calculated risk and moves forwards, suddenly sharply, and in the chaos, she's utlizing a pointed toe kick to exert maximum force to knock the gun out of Pinstripe Guys hands, and then completing the movement with a across-the-body punch right, square into his cheek, following up with wrenching his arm and pushing him onto the floor.
    The people inside are safe. The guns taken into custody by the Justice League, or destroyed. And Renee Montoya is telling them, "You're under arrest."
    Batman? Well. Batman (and, maybe Canary?) would find Renee's efforts very interesting. They -might- remind him of his few encounters with Lady Shiva. Not that Renee is a tenth as good as her. But? The style? Pretty damn spot on.

    Outside? Element Woman is busy clubbing a guy before he can shoot off his weapon at her, and annhilate her, and Hawkeye's flashbang does wonders for preventing any of the criminals to get their bearings while one of them is grabbed by Kaeln's magic, and collides into the building, dropping his weapon and going unconscious. The man is left there, ... and it may be a good opportunity outside all of the other chaos for a certain Deadlights to go weapon-grabbing?
    Because there's suddenly more colleatoral damage as two of the men's heads, or, eyesockets really, explode nearly at the same time. Blood, eveywhere. Brains, too. Yeah, that'll be a distraction, even as America goes super heroric, and starts punching things -- she even waited to punch things. Maybe Hawkeye will be proud of her for that?

    Several sirens can be heard as Gotham SWAT teams move in, already having been pepared for this event, to both help corral as well as take prisoner, and confinscate these abhorrent weapons in the meantime.

Black Canary has posed:
    Canary huffs out a puff of air, idly brushing some of her bangs out of her face as she straightens up. Well....no one hurt. She....thinks? She isn't sure about the two heroes who took most of the fire, looking over at them, then nodding slightly. "Nice job." she says simply, walking over towards the multicolored smoke. She recognizes THAT particular tactic, at least...and the thug shaped hole in the drywall, too.

    Her brow does raise a bit at that takedown by Montoya. -That- is...interesting. She doesn't take a moment to discuss it though, stepping aside to help an older woman to her feet as SWAT pours in and starts securing the mostly unconscious thugs and helping the hostages out of the bank.

    "We're lucky we knew where they were going to hit...they might have pulled this off otherwise." she says with a frown, reaching down to pick up one of the alien-looking rifles, glancing over it. "This stuff is advanced as hell, definitely...I don't see any maker marks on the outside, but maybe the components inside?" She sounds doubtful. These are a bit -too- advanced for your average thug to get, even with a backgroom deal with a weapons manufacturer,then walks over to Renee where she's securing her prisoner. "...looks like you've got a new friend to ask some questions of..." she says, towing the man's shoulder with the tip of her boot.

Batman has posed:
It's likely Lenny gets the relatively kind stealth takedown and thus removed from the firing lines -because- he's not wielding one of those high-tech weapons that the Bat's nanite-bombs target and turn against their masters. The Dark Knight makes no commentary on Montoya's freshly honed ability-- though he does take in that, and the rest of the scene, with stoic precision.

Rather than simply looming and restraining several of the inert perpetrators, the Caped Crusader's onboard electronics are capturing detailed forensic scans of the area... and identification data on no shortage of those involved to augment or cross-check with his detailed files.

The second of the three trucks that actually got away would find its fate much like the other confronted by the batcycles: crippled by precision rocket and autocannon fire, and hounded to a man until the police get those, as well. As to the loot transport that went unassailed? It's safe to say Robin or another of the flock are already en route to the rendevous it's heading for...

Lazarlite has posed:
Laserscan, check the area with a quick burst of blue lights, observe that all the villains in the immediate area are down. Once that is done, look outside. Lytle thinks the area is clear of the main threat. He checks for secodary threats...like buildings weakeed by energy blasts or gas leaks from that pothole or people making off with the alien weapons...

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
    "America!" Kate calls. Between the smoke and the previously intervening van she hadn't seen the other heroine until just now, until the young woman saves her life by absorbing a blast that surely would have obliterated her like the now-destroyed cars that have been the victims of these high-tech weapons.

    She hadn't known what the dark-haired girl could do, so of curse there's some reason for concern. "America? Are you alright?" she wonders as she nears the latina woman, a little brethless from he rlong sprint. "Did they hit..." she's intending to check 'meri for the horrible burn (at the very least) Kate expects to see. The men are forgotten for now. There's more than enough cavalry here.

Deadlights has posed:
    The smoke won't last long. Deadlights holsters her weapons, reaches into her backpack and takes out a burlap potato bag, and rushes forward. She snatches a weapon from the hands of one of her recent kills, wraps it into the bag, and clutching it to her chest, darts like mad for the street, towards a manhole cover, where she can make good on her escape into the sewers.

Crusader has posed:
With the chaos inside seemingly over - Crusader carefuly touches where he used to have his arm. Oh he was hurt, but he'll live. He steps over to the puddle that held his goo....and slowly the puddle seems to go away - the cavity in his chest partially fills in - but otherwise seems he will be waiting untill he cools off to fully heal. And he couldn't concentrate enough to know what was going on outside

But none the less he hands over all but three of the alien weapons he has confiscatted. Each one of the three he keeps is for a reason. He looks to Black Canary "One would say they were alien in origin...but which species One cannot say. We can pry it open in...safer enviroments, some tech can be volitile" he warns.

He looks to Renee and gives her a salute with one of his good arms. Never met an officer like her "You were amazing" he says before looking to Lrytle "As were you stranger" but beyound that he was concentrating on trying to 'dive into' the programming of the advanced alien tech, and see if he can come up with anything

Element Woman has posed:
Splattering mud engulfs a gun and Element Woman steps forwards just in time to see a man's head erupt in front of her very eyes. She sees it in loving vision because she doesn't have enough time to blink, although, by blessed good luck, she didn't have her mouth open at the time.

This takes the fight out of her for a moment even as America gets to punching. There is a moment of gnawing panic - did I do that - but no, she tells herself, no, the one who got a whiff of ether would have just passed out -

"I'm just - going to take care of these so people don't steal their laser guns," Element Woman says in the background, sort of kind of towards America and Kate but also just, kind of, in general, "so um don't worry about that at all...?" She spreads her arms out a little, the clay of one arm retracting.

"Oh no; my face is forensic evidence now," Element Woman says to herself, aloud. "I just took the last one off..."

Kaelyn Silverleaf has posed:
Kae takes this opportunity to glance around, the woman tilting her head as she sighs... She twitches her hand and the tiny burned out clockwork bodies of her little insects appear in it and she carefully sets them into a leather bag which she hangs on her hip.. She can rebuild them given time. Next the woman pockets that rod of hers and approaches well the Caped Crusader... Boy is she tempted to ask for an autograph!

Kae then smiles "Um yah, so we kind met before, I was ummm, in the funky suit there when y'all were fighting that starthing." She says and adds "Name's Kaelyn..." She glances around curiously and ummms "Ok, for one new to the heroing bit, just what's going on? What are these weapons? As they don't really belong here?" she asks, the woman moving over to try and pick one of the afformentioned items up... She also moves to take a few snippings of clothes off some of the thugs and explains. "I might can use some of this stuff to trace where these guys have been... Specially if I can get enough of them." She adds and pauses...

"Not that most folks really care, so I guess I'll quit babbling now..." she says, now feeling rather goofy for having started babbling and all right after a big confrontation with massively heavily armed folks....

Miss America has posed:
    To her own credit, America also refrains from punching people so hard they just turn into a fine paste. Given her almost blase non-reaction to the sight of heads exploding perilously near her, though, it's probably not something she's all that unfamiliar with, either.

    Punching, though. Punching works just fine. See? All that asking around when she could have just settled things by punching people. Something to remember for the future.

    As it stands, as she crumples the last of those nearby gangsters into a mess of broken bones, America just slowly straightens with the mild grunt of exertion. Smoke is still rising in dwindling trails from her midsection by the time Kate makes her way closer, but by the time she turns, the vigilante will see no real, horrible burns -- with the mild scorch that drags across America's skin, it looks like the biggest victim for her is her wardrobe, burnt and punctured as it is. She's got blood on her, but it's definitely not hers. Don't worry about it.

    "Eh?" Dark brown eyes look Kate's way as she approaches; America looks down, before her shoulders lift in an ambivalent shrug. "It's fine," she says simply. "Had worse." Still -- that intense gaze falls back to one of the fallen energy weapons and the men beyond (just in case there's still some trying to get uppity), brows scrunching inward.

    "... Had better, too." She looks Element Woman's way, inclining her head in a simple, wordless nod of acknowledgement for her plans even as she continues. "Buncha pendejos with toys way out of their league." Which, really, is the most concerning takeaway for her.

    That, and the little look she gives Kate afterwards. Silently judging. "Didn't call, princess." It'd probably almost be scolding if she didn't sound so easy-come easy-go about it.

Renee Montoya has posed:
    "Looks like we've got several people to question," Renee says, without looking to Canary, just yet. She leans down to Pinstripped Guy, tells him, "You have the right to remain silent. Use it." She does not, yet, read him the rest of his miranada rights. Instead, she looks up to Black Canary, "Thanks. You and your friends - couldn't have done this without you." She only wishes the rest of the GCPD, would get that through their skulls. Luckily she's got Gordon on her side on this one.
    She looks at the hole in the drywall, and the incapacitated Lenny. She already knows, though she never saw him, who did that. She's too damn good a Detective to not know.
    "You alright?" She asks Vorn, then, eyeing the man, and -- well. It's not everyone you see someone lose an arm. Or, a leg melt. Still, at his praise -- which she's gotten a lot lately, from people like Batman, Black Canary, Oracle, and The Question, she cah't help but smile. Briefly. Short. She exhales, "Maybe. Maybe next time I can be better, and have better insights. Goal isn't to prevent damage. It's to prevent it from ever happening." Driven. Focused. That is Renee Montoya.

    Outside, there is still chaos. But now that chaos comes in the forms of sirens. Of crowds. Of broken water mains, and gas lines in city streets. Of huge holes in buildings, melted cars. And, two criminals with bloodied, half-blown out heads. A flipped van. Huge, insane rocket launcher energy weapon. And other small energy rifles akin to those in the bank. It's going to be hell trying to sort everything out, from the city desk clerk, to GCPD, to the mayor's office, Fire Department, and, even paramedics for those injured in the initial blasts. Downtown Gotham is going to be a bit problematic in the future -- not to mention all the people that are going to be swarming the bank about their holdings.
    Still, the heroes have done their due diligence. And, save for the one van that Batman has -let- go, which will be arriving into an non-descript warehouse in Metropolis? Everything will be recovered, and the criminals -- at least, those alive, will be seeing a LOT of jailtime.