Owner	Pose
Clark Kent	Metropolis First National Bank, a deceptively sunny winter afternoon. Yes, the sun peeks through the windows on this Monday. Sadly, it's the kind of wintery son that's fun to look at it, but harsh to endure thanks to windchill alone. Any breeze, even a gentle one, doesn't help. There's a small line of people including a man in gray carpenter pants, a pair of thick black winter boots, a leather coat that's zipped up tight, and thick black sunglasses. If the lenses were reflective they would be called Sheriff's glasses. When it's his turn he makes his way up to the counter wordlessly. It's only until he's very close that he begins to speak. The words are soft, "I want you to take me into the Deposit Box room. No, I don't have a key, but this is not a request," and before the teller can move, he calmly puts a hand over their own. His free hand already has the pen up at the desk, which he snaps. "There's more compound pressure in that then the bones in your hand. Now imagine what I can do if I was trying," the words still soft. "Move." This frightens the worker and they begin ushering them toward the room. What the would be victimizer doesn't know are coded messages and gestures. "I'm just taking back this loyal customer!" with a signal means this is anything but. It alerts others to hit the alarms. The silent alarms go off, but the man is unsuspecting. He's lead into the room. "Th-There- You are!" They'll shut the man inside the room, but take it a step further to lock them inside. People begin to panic at this point. Then it all dies down thanks to a loud "BANG!" followed by a second, "BANG!" Those bangs turn to a muffled "BOOM!" and the metal of the door starts to bend toward the outside. "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" each sound gets louder and causes the door to bend more, before the metal groans and flies off. "I told you no alarms!" the male voice speaks up. His sandy blonde haircut, cropped tight. And what causes this hysteria to move into overdrive are the man's hands. Flesh from the fingers dangles in spots, other pieces ripped away. From each missing piece is a bit of metal underneath. It almost looks like a skeleton. "You had to be the hero," he says in a grim voice and then he'll pick a teller stations off from the ground breaking it in several places before throwing it. In this confusion he rushes back to grab and pull free as many safety deposit boxes as possible. He thought more time would be had in this room. John Corben knows his time is very limited. Usually someone with an "S" shows up when everything tanks like this.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin Fairchild goes back and forth between Metropolis and New York and that's just in her professional capacities. The eternal overachiever, Caitlin teaches advanced physics at Empire State in New York, while pursuing research and practical applications of theory at STAR Labs in Metropolis. Sometimes she fits a little superheroing in, too, although it's rarely too necessary in Metropolis. This is the city of Superman. You have to be a maniac or a monster to commit crime in a town where the main guardian can hear almost everything that happens in the place. Bad guys in Gotham were scared of the dark. Here, they were scared to make noise. The BOOMs, however, get her attention as she'd been half-asleep on an elevated train going through the city. She takes a moment and excuses herself, running quickly to the doors. "Sorry, folks, duty calls," she says. She forces the door open and then carefully wedges it back into place while hanging on the outside, trying to minimize the damage. Conscientious to a fault. In mid-drop, she activates a device in her belt, generating a fresh green jumpsuit while shedding away her ordinary clothes. Her phone she at least got tucked away safely. She'd be very put out if it got broken during the melee. When she lands, she breaks into a spring, her long legs carrying her with the speed of a runaway bus, maneuvering around people and breathing evenly and slow. Not even an effort for Fairchild. Off to the rescue. Who knows who she'll run into?
Clark Kent	Corben rushes off toward the hero. The woman with red hair, once she's in the bank he'll go in for a flying shoulder tackle. Trying to drive her to the ground. She could toss him, move or any number of things. He'll be quick to point out, "Another one? How many Kryptonians are there?! Or are you that one redhead obsessed with the Boy Scout?" he's referring to Maxima. With all the heroes and villains, it's hard to keep track of all the names and faces. Just most lumbering beauty models are somehow related to Superman, or have some kryptonian like traits. "You should run while you have a chance, alien," he is banking on Kryptonian blood though. Oh, he has an answer to that.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin Fairchild will try to do something harder than any of those - she'll try to stand her ground. Best way to understand how much force he brings to the table is to try to withstand it. If she can't, if he's so powerful even she can't take a hit from him, then they're all in much worse trouble anyway. But, then, why would a being that powerful be doing something so petty as simply robbing a bank? There's something more afoot here. The impact doesn't destroy her or send her flying, but neither is she unaffected. Her knee almost buckles and the tiles of the bank floor get plowed aside as her boots leave grooves in the ground down to the underlying pavement. The impact shakes Caitlin to her core and she feels a shuddering impact of pain down the length of her spine. She can take it. But it's gonna hurt. Kind of the worse option. "My turn," she says, trying to lean in and catch Corben on the chin with a punch. "Just a passing scientist with a conscience and an urge to break your jaw."
Clark Kent	"CLANG!" Caitlin's fist ring's true and Corben staggers back. He begins to laugh. A bit of blood is speckled across Caitlin's fist. "A Scientist, eh? I've met scietitists, too. I'm some of their proudest work," he turns to look at her. Another bit of flesh dangles from his face. Again, a gleam of metal from where the flesh should be. A small smattering of blood. "Do you know what it's like to not feel Winter's chill upon your face? Or the warmth of a nice coffee on a day like today? Even now, I should feel pain from your fist, but I don't," he starts to move forward. "I have sensors that indicate pain. Register it, but I don't -feel- it. I haven't felt anything since I met a scientist. Care to see why?" That's when two of those metal fingers will dip into his own exposed flesh and start to rip, and tear it away. He actually pulls away a third of his face, even flicks an eyeball at Caitlin. A green glowing eye watches her as a face that somewhat resembles a skeleton is easily seen to the world. "That's what a scientist did to me. Gave me a body that won't feel pain, or sickness nor anything -good-. The warmth of summer, the taste of my favorite meal, none of it! And that's why I'm here. Because is this is to be my new prison, I want a better view," he says grimly, "So, I'm not fond of your colleagues or people like you," and he rushes forward taking several swings at her. Not holding back. And he will work on the principle take three shots from Caitlin to get one good one on her. She has to deal with pain, he doesn't! Only when things break will pain become a problem for him. Then it's a matter of functionality.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin feels the ringing in her knuckles from the impact against that metal. She hadn't dented it, not yet. Was that the hardest she could hit? No, not by a long shot. But she didn't really hold back either, so he's indestructible enough that she's going to have a hard time unless she can find some of his weak spots. Assuming he has any. Everyone does, right? But then everyone else isn't designed, isn't crafted, isn't made to be invulnerable. "I'm sorry that happpened to you. I, too, was someone else's experiment, once upon a time. It doesn't feel very good. I chose to use it to make the world a better place. You appear to have missed your calling in the deconstruction industry." She manages to evade the first couple of swings, then blocks one with her arm, wincing as the metal impact rattles her hard. She grits her teeth, though, and tries to drive him back, throwing blows towards his midsection, working for uppercuts to try to take him off his feet and send him flying, get herself some distance and see if he did any real damage to her. "Maybe I can help you."
Clark Kent	Corben staggers on his feet after those swings. That story does garner some sympathy. "But unlike you, I was not turned into a walking Professor Goddess or whatever your code name is." As he staggers, he'll tear away at part of his chest and shirt. "The calling for me was not the same calling for you. And I wish it was. Sadly, we cannot undo our fates," and then when he signals for her to come close. "You want me beaten, you will have to earn that Scietist," come on!" The plan is simple, get in close, then the chest would open. Tons of Kryptonite Radiation energy woul pour at Caitlyn. And either A. it would borderline kill her as a kryptonian. B. It's bound to leave some massive burns that will take time to heal. It is weaponized radiation afterall.
Caitlin Fairchild	Huh. Professor Goddess. She kind of liked that one. "It's true. Clearly you've been subjected to something awful. But that's no reason to take it out on innocent people. Stand down or I'll take you down, it's as simple as that," she says. At this point, she does charge in again, intending to hit him with a few more shots, maybe try to grab a hold and throw him out through the windows. The longer they were inside, the more likely the place would come down on their heads.
Clark Kent	He'll take the grab. Then flesh and cloth burns away as the chest opens up exposing that Kryptonite heart. Suddenly "VNOOOM!" goes off and the burn from weaponized kryptonian radiation hits Caitly for all it's worth. Corben isnt' going to let her get out of this one unscathed. "I don't need to worry about many things like you do." That's when he will try to turn his chest and ready a second blast, this one set to go off near a window. She would need ot get close to that heart source to move him sohow. It could cause more damage to her, thjm, or even the building. There is a cost if she wishes to save civilians.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin Fairchild takes the cost, always. She doesn't know what this power source is - not at first, although she knows the scientific properties of Kryptonite, she was a physicist at STAR Labs, the only lab in the country permitted to even handle the stuff, a material so thankfully rare and exotic. The artifact in Metallo's chest is a fiery beacon of radiation and, while she did not have the Kryptonian weakness to the stuff, she nonetheless felt the radiation starting to burn at her cells. In which case she'll try to wrap her arms around him, attempting to grip him in a bear hug and carry him out and into the street, but not stopping there, hefting him up and then trying to drive him down through the pavement and into the empty subway tunnel underneath them. She hoped she was calculating the train schedule right. Still, she'd only have ten minutes or so to try and subdue Corben before the next train came through. If she was able to do any of it at all.
Clark Kent	The Bearhug happens. Oh, that burn continues to happen to Caitlin. The heat continues. All of it burns. Yet, she's able to heave and bring Corben down with a "BOOM!" the ground above them gives way. All of it crumbles and the pair fall. It will take effort to keep fro getting damaged by the falling debris. The pieces that fall upon Corben go "BANG!" "CLANG!" From the rubble that holds Corben down, he rises up. Breaking through the rubble. More of that flesh lost. He'll fall upon the ground, but crawl toward Caitlyn. "Tell me your name hero," he says crawling toward her. Damage going across several screens he sees internally. Still, he'll keep crawling toward Caitlyn. He wants to know the name of the would be do-gooder. Something he wants to make note of this time. This isn't over, even if the battle is. Caitlyn can see the damage. Various dents and dings in his armor. More flesh that just hangs off of him. Caitlyn can see the machine beneath the man.
Caitlin Fairchild	"I am Dr. Caitlin Fairchild. Professor Goddess, to you," she says. And then she hits him, "Stay. Down." she says. She's still burning, the flesh seared across her throat and chest, at the edges of her cheek. Her eyes hurt but she has to make sure he's stopped, or at least disabled. She hopes someone called this all in. She hopes Superman gets here soon. She's not sure she can stay conscious much longer. But she can do it long enough. Long enough to stop him, at least. God, it hurts.
Clark Kent	Everything goes black for Corben. Before everything goes black for Caitlyn, she sees a silhouette in the sky. Someone floating down with a cape. There may be an "S" symbol, but there's definitely a shock of red. That's when the world goes black. When Caitlyn comes to, she's in medical tank. Floating. There's a mask and goggles over her. Floating in what could be considered a bathing suit. She sees Superman on the outside, "This is treating your wounds, she'll hear over a speaker. "You held your own against Metallo. Better than most. This will help the burns. Today is a victory. A big one, no matter how you feel. Remember that Caitlyn," and then he'll pause to add, "I mean Professor Goddess," Superman -did- hear that last part she spoke to him.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin Fairchild winces a little bit. Almost more at being overheard than the pain. Although the pain is a lot. She'd never pushed her healing abilities that hard. Clearly, it had taken a toll to even keep her alive. "Thank you, Superman," she manages to say. "I actually do kind of like it. It's kind of cheesy and kind of cheesecake. Which is very me."
Clark Kent	"The burns will heal in a little bit. I can make the liquid warmer. It'll feel like a hot tub around your whole body," and then he nods. "I'll call you it until you tell me to stop, Professor Goddess," Superman smiles as he presses a hand to the glass. "Proud of you," he says letting her reach for the hand if she wants.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin Fairchild lays her hand back against the glass and smiles, "That means a lot, coming from you," she says. Truly, he had been one of her ideals as she'd entered into this world of heroism. She'd never stop feeling like a fraud - her self image remained the tiny, awkward, clumsy girl she'd once been, not the amazon she'd become.
Clark Kent	Epilogue: Corben, stuck within the deepest depths of Blackgate waits quietly. A commotion catches his attention. Heavy yet measured footfalls echo down the hallway. They get closer and closer. A rich voice speaks, "I have plans, John Corben. These plans could use someone with your particular savior-faire, will you join me?" the voice extends a very big hand. "On one condition. When your mission is done, I have a score to settle. I want resources and aid to even the score," Corben says firmly. "Easily done," and he'll press an ID to a scanner. "Ping!" the cell that encases John Corben starts to open. "Welcome to my Organization, Metallo."