An extremely loud shriek caused the entire bank to look up from where they lay on the floor, waiting for the robbery to be over. A somehow louder shriek came from the open vault and a second later the man in the ski mask burst out, flailing his arms and sprinting for the door. Before he had a chance to get through, it slammed shut, and he crashed into it at full speed. The failed bank-robber bounced off and fell, landing in the arms of a woman in a denim jacket and a felt hat with cat ears. “Whoa, there, sweetheart, are you falling for me already?” She winked at him, and then flung him through a plate-glass window. 

With a grin, she shot a thumbs-up over her shoulder at the people on the floor. “Ha ha, oops. Poor guy. Somebody wanna go scrape him off the pavement?” The woman snorted with laughter at her own wittiness and walked out, holding her sides. 

That was the first time Cy Scheiffer had ever used her powers. She had first noticed she could move things a few weeks ago, when a book had floated into her hand when she’d looked at it. She had immediately thrown it at the wall and screamed. Now, as the super hero Psi, she routinely picked cars and criminals up just by thinking about it. Not the most original power out there, but bad ass in its own right. She was freaking telepathic! It was awesome.