LeavesCarmelita had forgotten one thing in her haste to get to the harbor. Just one small, tiny detail. They didn't actually have any transportation. Well, she had her motorcycle parked away, the one she had hand built and modified since she was seven, but that didn't exactly help the rest of the team, did it? Actually, did she have a plan to get the team moving? If she had, it was so long ago that she had forgotten about it. GAH! The frustration welled up in her, she wanted to explode! Yet even that would do no good, as she couldn't even scream to let off the steam. Not without waiting several painful minutes as the vocal chords began to vibrate, and the air rose through her esophagus. She focused on this problem so much that she had completely missed G-Man suggesting his own method to get them transported to the crime scene. She had barely remembered to focus and listen half way through Phantom Girl's phone call, and even then she didn't piece together what exactly their ethereal peer had in mind until she was already in the act of stealing the car.
Accel did not approve. Not just as a heroine trying to do right by the world, but as a mechanic she found the act incredibly distasteful. A person's wheels were like their baby. Still, it was the best option the group had on such short notice. The young Latina clambered into the passenger seat next to Katty, and placed one hand on the other girl's shoulder while her right hand touched the dashboard. [color=redorange]"Careful,"[/color] was the only warning she gave before imbuing both the vehicle and its driver with the power of the Speed Force. Assuming they didn't wreck anything on the way, they should arrive in no time flat.
Things were not looking great at Gotham Harbor as the new Titans pulled up. A police barricade had been set up, suggesting that the situation had been going on for some time, so the Jokerz had plenty of opportunity to prepare. Still, getting past the barricade wasn't a problem as they merely rammed through. Accel doubted anybody could have possibly seen just what the hell happened. On the plus side, the driving knocked aside some of the gang members as debris sent them flying. Accel would have smiled, if it wouldn't have taken so much effort.
Once they arrived on the actual scene, the young heroine removed her grip from the car and its driver, allowing them to slow down to a regular pace. The car pulled over, and the team jumped out to engage the Jokerz. Carmelita couldn't help but think of how appropriate the name was on so many levels. Sure, they modeled themselves after one of history's worst criminal psychopaths (which was one major reason she despised the group), but if the history books were to be believed... They did not do their namesake justice. The Clown Prince of Crime struck fear into the hearts of even the strongest of heroes, like Superman. His death toll measured in the thousands, at minimum. This street gang may have modeled themselves after such a monster, but for all their posturing and mimicry they were still just that: A street gang. Mostly made up of kids like her. A true joke that such a legendary figure would degenerate to this.
Wait, how much time had she just been contemplating? Paying attention once more, she noticed from the corner of her eye that the others hadn't even gotten out of the car yet. In fact one door had barely been opened. She sighed for what seemed like forever. Her perception was speeding up even faster again, so the world was even slower. That happened when she used her powers on something so large. Determined, Accel forced her way out of the car to keep pace with her team.
One benefit such a state afforded her was maximum analysis of the battlefield before deciding on a strategy. The young woman's eyes glanced over the scene for what would only be a fraction of a second to others, but nearly two minutes to her. No hostages in the immediate area, just the judge and his wife on the yacht. Still, these gang members were normal humans, so throwing anything and accelerating it to the point of exploding was out of the question. Far too easy to get casualties that way. In an actual fight she could handle herself well enough, but that came from her perception enhanced reflexes, not actual combat skill. Against multiple enemies at a time, that meant little. Which meant that her best bet was to act as support. Animal and his brother had already sprung into action and were just out of reach. Phantom Girl and G-Man were on the opposite side of the car, which meant the first person to receive her gift would be Red Arrow. Whipping herself around fast as she could, Accel threw out her outstretched hand. The index finger of her right hand just barely made contact with the archer's nose, but that was enough to gift him with incredible speed for no more than two seconds. For two seconds he was both Red Arrow, and a Flash.
Accel did not approve. Not just as a heroine trying to do right by the world, but as a mechanic she found the act incredibly distasteful. A person's wheels were like their baby. Still, it was the best option the group had on such short notice. The young Latina clambered into the passenger seat next to Katty, and placed one hand on the other girl's shoulder while her right hand touched the dashboard. [color=redorange]"Careful,"[/color] was the only warning she gave before imbuing both the vehicle and its driver with the power of the Speed Force. Assuming they didn't wreck anything on the way, they should arrive in no time flat.
Things were not looking great at Gotham Harbor as the new Titans pulled up. A police barricade had been set up, suggesting that the situation had been going on for some time, so the Jokerz had plenty of opportunity to prepare. Still, getting past the barricade wasn't a problem as they merely rammed through. Accel doubted anybody could have possibly seen just what the hell happened. On the plus side, the driving knocked aside some of the gang members as debris sent them flying. Accel would have smiled, if it wouldn't have taken so much effort.
Once they arrived on the actual scene, the young heroine removed her grip from the car and its driver, allowing them to slow down to a regular pace. The car pulled over, and the team jumped out to engage the Jokerz. Carmelita couldn't help but think of how appropriate the name was on so many levels. Sure, they modeled themselves after one of history's worst criminal psychopaths (which was one major reason she despised the group), but if the history books were to be believed... They did not do their namesake justice. The Clown Prince of Crime struck fear into the hearts of even the strongest of heroes, like Superman. His death toll measured in the thousands, at minimum. This street gang may have modeled themselves after such a monster, but for all their posturing and mimicry they were still just that: A street gang. Mostly made up of kids like her. A true joke that such a legendary figure would degenerate to this.
Wait, how much time had she just been contemplating? Paying attention once more, she noticed from the corner of her eye that the others hadn't even gotten out of the car yet. In fact one door had barely been opened. She sighed for what seemed like forever. Her perception was speeding up even faster again, so the world was even slower. That happened when she used her powers on something so large. Determined, Accel forced her way out of the car to keep pace with her team.
One benefit such a state afforded her was maximum analysis of the battlefield before deciding on a strategy. The young woman's eyes glanced over the scene for what would only be a fraction of a second to others, but nearly two minutes to her. No hostages in the immediate area, just the judge and his wife on the yacht. Still, these gang members were normal humans, so throwing anything and accelerating it to the point of exploding was out of the question. Far too easy to get casualties that way. In an actual fight she could handle herself well enough, but that came from her perception enhanced reflexes, not actual combat skill. Against multiple enemies at a time, that meant little. Which meant that her best bet was to act as support. Animal and his brother had already sprung into action and were just out of reach. Phantom Girl and G-Man were on the opposite side of the car, which meant the first person to receive her gift would be Red Arrow. Whipping herself around fast as she could, Accel threw out her outstretched hand. The index finger of her right hand just barely made contact with the archer's nose, but that was enough to gift him with incredible speed for no more than two seconds. For two seconds he was both Red Arrow, and a Flash.
