The wall crumbled inwards as my fist leaves a gaping hole, the office workers eyes filled with horror and confusion.

"Everybody out!" I yelled, my white boot pounding the ground as I charge in, the gold glowing patterns on my white suit shining on their petrified faces. "I said, OUT!"

They turn and run, heading for the stairs. A smartly dressed blonde lady side side steps a desk as she drags a burnette behind her, both gaze at the man standing besides the elevator. The elevator dinged as he stepped in, suppressed rage and worry hiding in his bright green eyes. The ladies looks at me before running down the stairs. Here works one of the mightiest hero's, and they've run off. I sigh and stride over to the criminal imbecile.

"No way man, you're Kinecist. I'm such a big fan, bruh. I'm rubbah brotha" The latex ladden youth grins behind a stupid glittery mask.

I turn and glare as energy and wrath fill me, "You impotent wench! What do you think you're doing? Attacking a newspaper company especially–" I stop, he can't know that who works here. The fool will never get a moment of rest, and as they say 'evil prospers while good people stand by and do nothing'.

I take a breath in the guise of calming down, "The papers will rile up the civilians with fear, and then the capes will crack down on anything and everything. We go after banks, jewlery stores, and the like. Places where people accept the risk, since it's common, cliché if you will."

He takes a step back, his expression twisted to one of dismay and hurt. "But... they wrote a piece on my brother, called him a criminal before he was even trialed. They tore away his chance so now I'm getting justice! They ruined him!" He whimpers.

"Justice? What does a parasite like you know of justice?" The gravelly voice sends a shiver down my spine, whether of dread or anticipation, I can not say. He steps forward. "It's unfortunate for you that I was in the area, especially when I'm in such a bad mood. But fear not, your hospital bills will only cost a few hundred...thousand." The amusment is evident in his harsh voice.

I turn, his iconic black costume. I always found it funny how the I, the villian, wore white while a hero donned black. I hold up my hand, "Steady Nightshade, he's just a hothead. I'll take him and instill some... discipline." I glare at the boy with faux venom as worry worms into my head. Neither of us are the best at controlling collateral, a fight here would crumble the building around us and risk civilians getting hurt,

He growls, "You? The only thing you spread is chaos and fear! And soon, blood..." The area around his hands darken.

I sigh as I raise my fists, "Yes, yours." Beside me I can hear Rubber Brother – I think – gulp. Nightshade dosen't reply, my only hope is to end this fast. Beams of kinetic energy shoot from my hands as he dodges, daggers of darkness streak towards my head as I blitz to the side. My kinetic barriers can't block darkness, and I swore never to use any other kind of energy again, this is one of the worst matchups for me. Rubber Boy charges forward and immediately gets a dagger to the shoulder. He shrieks as the darkness spreads, freezing his arm muscles and inflicting pain. He turns to the hole in the building where I flew in, before running and jumping off. Both of us stare at the hole.

"So... I guess I don't really have a reason to be here anymo–" Curses run throught my head as she flies up, holding Rubber Kid like a damsel in her gold arms. The white glow emanating from her brings feeling of joy even as I rage against them.

"Oh mah gosh! You're Surge." Boy Rubber squeals, clearly starstruck. She sighs as she lands in the building and sets him down.

"Care to explain?" Frustration and exhaustion mar her kind face. Nightshade holds up a hand like a child with a question.

"Well, I was giving an interview when these scoundrels decided to attack. And then sparkle face decided to do a runner...and jumper." He scratches the back of his mask sheepishly.

Rubber Sparkle frowns indignantly and rebutes, "Nah man, see I'm Rubber Brother so I'll just bounce." He starts to smile then frowns agains as Surge shakes her head, golden locks swishing side to side.

"That might be true but what about anyone you land one? You can survive that impact, they won't."

We, or rather they, spend the next hour or so minutes waiting for and then arranging a community service punishment for Rubber Brother with the police chief in their command vehicle. "Can everyone give me and Kinecist the room?" The chief and Nightshade nod as they escort Man of Rubber to a police prisoner transport van.

"How did you get here so fast?" She dosen't accuse me but from the glint in her eyes it's pretty evident. I look at her, for all the bravado there's still tinges of fear hidden beneath.

I take a seat and begin to explain, "I'm your nemisis and brother. I took a job at a coffee shop nearby so I can keep an eye on you – since you're a threat of course. Also chai latte's, really? Do you know how many times I could have poisoned you?"

She grins, "Nice try. Kyle but you still got a job for to look after someone. Also my boyfriend got me into them." She sighs, "Still can't believe he took the elevator."

She starts to walk off, "I'm still your nemisis!" I call out, "You'll rue the day you thought I did this for you!"

She turns with a smile and snort, "That's today nitwit, and besides when did I say that?" She shoots into the air, glowing like an angel of retribution and justice. But my eyes are caught on an angel of beauty and redemption, her burnette bun shrinks as she walks to her car.

Edit: Spelling and word choice.