The easy escape wasn't meant to be for Vincent as Kara came sailing in through the ceiling of the abandoned theatre he'd been calling home since his arrival in National City.
She did so unbidden and looked to be in a less than pleasant mood as she made for the villain. "I don't think you're going anywhere," she declared.
Before he could respond she nailed him in the solar plexus, driving the air out of his lungs.
"W-what are you doing here?" Was all he managed to gasp.
"I have telepathic friends," declared the hero. "And they found what you did. It was really rather sloppy."
Whelp. There went that plan, time for plan be…
