One by one, the rest of the squad - bar Eilidh, who was somewhere outside, hopefully far out of reach of the bank thugs - descended to the lower level of the bank, whether by hole or stairs depending on bravado; even Dandelion, which slunk away from where it had been standing between Vincent and Julian. It gave Vincent a side-eyed look as it backed off and disappeared toward the stairs, and Vincent was almost impressed at the natural human subtlety of the leer.

He turned his attention back to Julian, who was biting back in a manner not un-characteristic of their exchanges. 
[color=9370DB]"Don't pretend you've not found yourself a new pet, Luthor. Stop kidding yourself; you're not my [i]nanny[/i],"[/color] Vincent retorted as he brushed past Julian, deliberately shoulder-bumping him as he went, to stand at the edge of the hole in the floor and look down to the basement below. He put a foot forward into the hole, and stepped down; he dropped an inch, maybe two, as his foot met the ground brought up to meet him. Vincent turned to look at Julian as he stepped down with his other leg and allowed the space to re-align itself around him. [color=9370DB]"You're my [i]jailor.[/i]"[/color]

And he was in the vault room. Small pleasures of super-human abilities; never having to give up the last word if you didn't want to. And Vincent oh-so-rarely wanted to. 

He took a moment to take stock of the proceedings down here on the lower level. Then he swore.

Conor and Charity were busy with one; Red and Hana had become tangled in a fracas with a second. A third was staring in revulsion as the shattered skull of the dog that was Dandelion reshaped itself into something distinctly [i]un-[/i]dog-shaped - and the fourth and final one was shaking tiny bits of Dandelion off his leg, distracted from the reconstituting hound; then he spotted Vincent, who awkwardly smiled and waved.

Next thing Vincent knew he was being charged at, and next thing after [i]that[/i] was he wasn't being charged at at all, and instead the thug - with blood flowing steadily further and further [i]up[/i] his pant leg, and Vincent realising he just had to play Toro and stall long enough for Dandelion to do whatever nasty alien thing it was planning to do - bullrushing headfirst into the very wall he'd just departed from. There were mixed groans of pain and confusion, and Vincent found himself smirking as the brute shook his head cartoonishly, dust falling gently from his hair and a sizeable dent left in the stone wall.

Okay. Maybe this [i]could[/i] be fun. Vincent struck his best pose, and flapped an invisible cape. 
[color=9370DB]"Come on, Bogo. I [i]dare[/i] you to hit me!"[/color]