[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Red Arrow[/color][/h1][/center]

All in all, Jonathan didn't have as big a problem of some other young heroes might have had with Katty's actions. That was probably his mother's influence. Or it could have been Pops. While dad was a bit more straightforward, justice and all that, his mom and Pops (John Diggle, Sr.) had taught him something important for any hero. The world wasn't all black and white. There were small grey areas. The ends didn't always justify the means, but sometimes they did. And right now, given they had no way of getting to the crime scene, this would have to be it. It was probably the safest option overall anyway. 

At least that's what the young archer thought before they took off. In theory, Carmelita's was providing a much needed service and allowed them to get to the site in record time. But there was no way this make and model of car could handle the power of a speedster coursing through it. A car would likely need to be custom designed for that. And as the young man mentally screamed, his hands clutching the upholstery of the seat beneath him while he grit his teeth to avoid letting his voice screech out, he couldn't help but try and envision what such a car would look like if designed for a new era of Titans. Maybe he could even have a hand in that. 

Still, as they crashed through the barricade and a number of his teammates sprang into action he couldn't help but shake his head. First, to rid himself of the lightheaded dizziness he'd just acquired and then at the lack of team planning. Hopefully things would work out for the best. [color=ed1c24]"Carme..."[/color] Before he could say anything he felt the girl's finger touch his nose. Sometimes communication wasn't needed it would have seemed. He smirked as he felt the sudden surge of power and with lightning speed hopped out the door and onto the roof of the car. To bystanders he hadn't done much. But the effects of this two second eternity became quite evident very quickly. 

Red Arrow surveyed the area immediately as his foot hit the ground. [i][color=ed1c24]What would Pops say?[/color][/i] He fire two arrows at the legs of a pair of jokers attempting to light and throw molotov cocktails. An old, dated, but still effective weapon. [i][color=ed1c24]Who would he take out?[/color][/i] As he leaped onto the roof he fire two more in opposite directions. The first was a arrow whose head fall open to release a paralytic tranquilizer dart aimed as the leg of a joker about to strike the head of an officer with a bat. It wasn't deadly, but it was extremely fast acting. The second was a "puddy" arrow aimed at another about to stab her knife into the side of a civilian trying to escape the mayhem. This arrow was aimed at her hands and would burst on contact releasing a strong puddy like adhesive which would connect her hand with, and leave her trapped against, a pole directly behind her. The final in this flurry of movements was a shot aimed at J-Man's head. 

From this distance a normal marksman would need a scope of some kind to aim the shot. Jonanthan simply had his eyes and the head gear which helped to regulate his senses. He couldn't use a taser or anything of that sort or he'd risk the safety of the mayor's wife. However, as the arrow approached the Lead Joker its head burst into the form of a red boxing glove. It would collide with the man's cheek knocking him away from his hostage and hopefully packed enough of a punch to put him to sleep for a while. Jonathan reasoned that he could have easily used the same paralytic dart, but a surprise attack of this sort held a greater chance of success. The disarray and panic it would cause, even if only for a moment would be perfect and allow his teammates, who'd so recklessly made their way to the ship, a perfect opportunity to strike, though it would be brief. 

Even so, the young hero had another problem. It began with the end of the surge of speedster like abilities. Each of his attacks landed almost simultaneously as he came back to his senses. And that was just it. The sudden burst and stop of such great power caused a slightly sensory shock. He'd more or less become accustomed, but it was still hard sometimes. His eyes, ears, even his nose needed a moment or preparation before hand. He was dizzy. He shook his head, nearly falling from the roof of the car. [color=ed1c24]"Oh boy... Gotta tinker with the headset. Make it calibrate to match movements like that..."[/color] He tried to speak to himself as he fell to his knees to let everything fall back into place. 

Jonathan placed a hand on his head. Carmelita was a hell of a teammate to have. He was sure she'd be even better if they could find a way to save her from her personal hell. The rest of the Joker's on the ship could hopefully be left to Phantom girl and G-Man. He could practically hear the panic as a few tried to figure out whether to glove on a stick came from. The Mayor's wife was scrambling to her husband. He wagered they would have a minute, maybe two, to take advantage of this. He would have to leave the rest of the Jokers on the street to the Wonder Twins for a few so he could regain his footing and rejoin the fray.