It wasn’t the young twenty something walking into the bank that bothered Ebisu or the fact that the man decided to fire a round into the ceiling to scare the customers, it was the fact he seemed completely oblivious to the fact he had caused Ebisu’s six year old daughter to start crying. “Everyone on the floor now!” The would be robber screamed and everyone but Ebisu dropped. The young man bristled at him, glaring as he leveled the gun at the one who dared defy him. “I said, down.” Ebisu sighed. All he had wanted was to finish running errands and get back home. He shushed his daughter as he turned his back on the robber and walked up to the counter, smiling at one of the bank tellers. “Hey, down or I’ll shoot!”
“Excuse me miss, could you possibly watch my daughter for me?”
She came out of her shock, giving him a look of confusion. “Sure.”
“Thank you Miss.” He lifted his daughter over the counter and into the arms of the teller who sat down with her.
“Hey man what are you stupid?!”
Ebisu felt the gun poke into his back and he gave another sigh. He was almost a blur of speed as he moved, twisting around and grabbing the barrel of the gun, the metal disintegrating in his grasp and slipping between his fingers in a fine powder. His other hand came around balled in a fist, catching the robber in the jaw and sending him flying back, a dazed look on his face. Ebisu pinned him to the floor with a foot on his chest and grinned down at him, pitching his voice low enough that only he could hear. “Look at me, boy.” He ordered and the man managed to focus on him. “I was the Red Wolf of Damocles and making my daughter cry is the last thing someone should ever do.” Terror registered on the man’s face. Retired or not, Ebisu’s history of super villainy proceeded him.