[color=orange][b]Scorn / female / 29 / Villian
Location:[/b] Tunnel of Solitude nursing wounds[/color]

Scorn had retreated to her hideout once knowing that she was not being followed. To say she was angry was an understatement. She wanted to have her fun but the other portion, her transaction from the bank had been thwarted but the newest kid to play hero. Hero only pleasure to come from being thwarted was how the media was seemingly putting the new hero on a pedestal and leaving Hotshot to be blamed for her escape. During her fight with Hotshot, she had heard some of the commotion going on in the back of the bank, once figuring that the drill team had been stopped she had decide it best to leave, hating to admit that she had been stopped. Scorn needed to get herself treated anyways. So when an opening was provided she slipped out the bank's broken front doors and ran.

Now back in her tunnels with whatever members of her gang not out on the streets patrolling, she worked on fixing herself. The cuts and bruising were simple. The nose wasn't much harder though it ruined her painted face which she did not enjoy. Then finally came the broken claw. Since the claws were stuck to her, repairing it was a much more difficult challenge. She was lucky enough to have someone with the right tools but they themselves were nervous because they knew if they messed up the repairs they would be on the other side of the remaining claws she had. 

She inspected the members work deeming the repairs to be good and patted him gently on the head as if he was a child before walking off, her shoes echoing off the old tunnel's walls. While she was down seven members now, at least she knew they wouldn't speak on where she was located. Jail time to them was far better then having to face her wraith if they spoke out. Scorn could only hope that the media backlash to Hotshot at the moment would provide some tension between the new hero Stardust and Hotshot. The only thing better then fighting heroes was watching them fight each other.