Who Robs A Deli?

Okay, so throwing a chair did better than he thought, knocking one of them upside the head and down like a sack of bricks. Well he would have to give himself a pat on the back for small victories, but there was still a lot to be done before he could call this a victory. He rubbed his shoulder, a little sore from the shock of throwing the chair but there was a little time to complain about his aches when he was still in the middle of what felt like a robbery. ”Really wishing I had some super powers right now. This would be so much easier.” He muttered to himself, noting there was at the very least one more robber not reduced to unconsciousness.

Well that could be remedied.

They were more focused upon the two that had actually caused them issues, not seeing the one sneaking along closer to the ground, only reaching up to pull them down and hit their head against the ground. Took a few hits but they were out much like a light when you bashed it with a hammer. Minus of course the disgusting shards that came with shattering a light bulb of course. ”You just lay right there until the police get you.” Scuttling close to the floor, he picked up the few cards that weren’t being held and slipped them back into his jacket, scooting over to the two heroes with an arced brow.

Hearing something about someone being starving and remembering he did have a half finished sandwich.”Nice work there girl and...dude. Thought I would have to deal with all of them myself, but then you guys came around. Real convenient of ya.’ He slid the half eaten sandwich across the counter wrapped within a little wrapped, letting it fall in the sight of the plant manipulating metahuman. ”Heard someone was hungry and I was like...I have a sandwich here.” He shrugged, looking down to crooks. ”So let’s...just keep my involvement between you, you and me.” Charlatan then added shooting a small wink to Holti.

The man could not help but feel a small bit frustrated with Danny. She got mad at him for being fast with removing the tape on her face, but angry he was not going fast enough with the others. He was far too tired to argue back though, deciding it would be best to simply apologize properly later on and leave it at that. He was in no mood to fight over a bunch of duct tape. It certainly didn't seem sanitary to place the mouth tape on the goon’s mouth. That is an indirect kiss!

“Thanks? You looked good. So did that one guy.” Where was he anyways? His eyes glanced around for the man, paying more attention to finding him than actually seeing if the goons were fully down. Danny could handle that. Yes. He had to find this guy first.

At the sight of the other man, his shoulders visibly relaxed and he let out a sigh. Thank goodness, the guy was alright. He seemed to be a normal human, so Holti was a bit worried that something bad had happened to him. Soon enough though, the man emerged from the foliage, picking up the cards that had been left. Holti tilted his head as he watched him. So they were reusable? Interesting. Never has he seen technology like this...then again, he had never seen any sort of technology for people like him in person.

He cleared his throat slightly and blushed faintly, happy that the mask existed. “Thanks. You did amazing yourself. Your cards are uh...pretty cool.” That was so terrible that he instantly regretted it. This embarrassment left when he looked down, spotting the sandwich half. Slowly, his hand moves towards it before Holti picked it up. “Thank you. I must repay you somehow though, right? You still hungry yourself? We could get a couple of drinks to go with the sandwich. Maybe a snack or something. Since you helped us a lot as well. I must repay you somehow.” He smiled faintly, even though he would not see it.

“You got a name? You can call me Redwood. Suits not red, but name fits the powers.” He would wink, but again, mask. “We should probably get out of here. Doesn't mean we have to stop talking, of course. Just don't want to deal with police questions, if you get what I mean.”