((A/N: Cross posted from AO3! It can be found here: /works/11156589/chapters/24895650 feel free to read on your preferred platform!))
His grin is wild, teeth glinting in the dim light of the roof tops of the city, eyes dancing with inner fire, and he launches himself back into a series of flips and twists right on the edge, elegantly, somehow not making a plunge down down down. It's unnecessary theatrics. Well, for the most part anyway. A stray bullet whizzes by, it's path clear simply because of the acrobatics. The wicked smile of the masked man's face grows and the fire from somewhere in the distant becomes heavier, and his skill in precariously keeping himself on the surface of the roof the sole thing keeping him alive. Literally dodging bullets was quickly draining away his energy, though adrenaline kept him going, and as he goes to change up his pattern, trying to remain unpredictable.
A glint of metal rips away a trailing piece of fabric from his costume, and the thief's anger grows. First the cowards commit such a crime, then they have him dancing like he's a puppet, and now, they tore his costume! It was gonna be a bitch to get fixed. It's not like iconic costume were in short supply, but really, he needed the real thing, and getting the things made, or fixed for that matter, without gaining suspicion was enough to almost make him want to make the things himself.
The task force stands still, shocked and mouths agape. Kid's newest stunt is truly something to behold, rivaling that of his teleportation and air walking, something that the officers will tell stories about for the rest of their lives.
Because there seems to be an honest to God dragon in front of them. A giant winged lizard that does not exist but most definitely seems to be genuine, no projection could capture the sharp edges of hardened scales jutting out around joints and long, tapering horns like this. Finally someone screams shrilly, bolting off the roof away from the massive reptile and down the stairwell. It's pure white scales glint in the moonlight, the cobalt blue of it's eyes seemingly lit by an internal fire. It's taloned feet are planted firmly on the roof, wings tucked close against it's back. The dragon's head is cocked to the side as it stares at the officers curiously, craning it's neck downwards to sniff at a nearby policeman. He pales, holding still as if the beast is a t-rex and won't be able to see him if he doesn't move. The man's chest heaves with the force of his panicked breathing, the foul smelling breath of the dragon ruffling his hair just as Kid's voice seems to come from all around them.
"I see you've all met my friend. Don't worry about him, he's rather harmless." The reptile seems to perk up at that, making some sort of objectively happy and possibly agreeable noise. The thief's joyous laughter echoes around them before sleeping gas and smoke from hidden canisters surround the Task Force in a deceivingly bright pink, and they collectively collapse.