There seems to be a pattern (Hotwire)

Magic. Hotwire hated magic. It offered too many shortcuts, and honestly felt like cheating. At least this magic dust wasn't actually magic. It wouldn't make his head explode, or turn him into a newt. But it was an illegal drug, and that was bad enough.

Hotwire zipped down the roads. He had been on patrol for the past few hours, but now he had a specific destination in mind. Earlier that night, he had stopped a bank robbery, during which the perpetrator had been under the influence of magic dust. Safely in police custody, Hotwire managed to get him to spill the location of his supplier. And tonight, he was en route. His cycle shot down the streets of Jump city. 

"Two blocks to go..."

One thing you should never do if you're a villain. And that is committing any sort of crime in public and assuming a hero won't show up at the worst possible time. These two had done exactly that. Bravo.

With a flash of light, hotwire's cycle pulled to the entrance of the alley. His headlights flooded the area in bright white. Just as that robber said, there were two of them. But they looked like they were standing over somebody. A civilian by the looks of things. Probably in the wrong place at the wrong time. This could easily become a hostage situation. Hotwire had just dealt with one the week prior, and didn't want a repeat.

"Stand down." Hotwire said through his cycles intercom.

The two guys making their way to Hotwire wouldn't even get halfway there before an explosive disc rolled up in front of them, knocking them off their feet. One of them would stand up, and to charge again. Only another explosion would hit him. The electrical panel had overloaded for some reason. One down, two and a hostage to go. The second man who attempted to rush hotwire would stand up from his stunned stupor and try to rush hotwire again. Only this time hotwire was rushing down the Alley, fist encased in circuitboards. One punch did the trick.

Now for the hostage. This whole thing was giving him the most bizarre case of deja vu.The guy had started to run off with his victim, but hotwire was in pursuit on his cycle. Unfortunately, right before hotwire could get to him, he ducked down a back alley too narrow for hotwire's cycle. He could try to cut him off at the other end, but he could just double back and loose him. 

"On foot it is..." Hotwire said running after the man. It seemed running after him was the right choice. The guy was running up a set of fire escapes towards the roof. Hotwire may not have been encumbered, but this guy was apparently in much better shape as he easily maintained the gap between him and hotwire. Hotwire then noticed two very distinct tech signatures on the man. A cell phone and a wrist watch... wrist watch... "I can use that!"


He also noticed a rotating exhaust fan. "I just need the aiming mechanism..." He said swiping his hand as he passed by. A couple parts floated off of it and around his wrist. He grabbed his grappling hook, and the parts fused to it. All he needed was... 


"That pole..." he said running to a pole jutting from the ground. It was apparently some kind of decorative fixture. He slapped the grappling hook on , and it began to aimusing the tech signature in the mans watch as a target.. With a whiff, it fired at the mans wrist and closed onto it hard.

Hotwire was making his way over to the guy to take him out when-

"Ella?" He asked running over to where she had the guy pinned down. Now this was just getting freaky.


"What are you doing- you know what, never mind. Uh- here. Let me." He said throwing a pair of cuffs on the guy. When he did, the grapple would retract. Hotwire held out his hand, and the grappling hook returned to him. "I uh, think we should talk, but not this second. I need to get these guys to a secure lockup. Uh... meet me later?" He asked.

Hotwire walked in the entrance to the cafe. It took him a few moments to find where Ella was sitting. "Most advanced GPS in the world and I still had an impossible time finding this place." He said starting to look over the menu.

"I think it probably more counts as a point for the city. Trust me when I say Jump has more than a few of those racked up." He laughed. 



"It would appear you're finding yourself in danger a good bit." Harmon said looking across the table. "I think this drug ring is in the process of trying to take you out." That was not a pleasant thought. This girl was putting herself in harms way, and he couldn't let her do that in good conscience.

"You need to be careful. You've gotten extremely lucky. They've almost taken you away twice, and I might not be there to protect you the next time."

"No offense. But you seem to be in over your head." He said. "But I understand where you'er coming from. So that's why I made you this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bracelet. "This bracelet is a distress beacon that will put you right in contact with the titans, and acts as a homing beacon." He turned a blue looking decoration on it and it turned red. He then turned it back.

"After 20 seconds, the system will see the bracelet as being in full distress, and alert us." He slid it across the table to her.