“The rest of us?” Superman furrowed a brow, turning to face the red haired young woman. She was dressed as a civilian, but she didn’t seem put off by the fact that a robbery was still in progress and that she was essentially trying to stall the Man of Steel from stopping the act itself. Who was this girl? He was tempted to brush her off completely, but the way she stood, the way her eyes bored into his skull…something was off. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was drastically off. 

“I don’t know who you are, but if you want to have a conversation, let’s do so after I’ve cleaned up the mess these goons decided to create.” As if on cue, the rest of the robbery squadron emerged from the banks double doors, sacks of cash in their hands, their ski masks practically oozing with delight at their supposed haul. It took them a moment to realize that there was an intimidating presence looming over them in a red and blue uniform. 

“I suppose I couldn’t ask you to just drop the money and wait to get arrested, right?” The robbers quickly withdrew their submachine guns, Superman responding by grabbing two of them by their collars and throwing them against each other before embedding them in the outer wall of the bank. After a deep inhale, Superman released a sub zero exhale, effectively coating the robbers in ice, fixing them to the wall.
“Now for the others…” Unless the young woman had decided to jump in, he would easily dispatch the others.