The streets were lined with all manners of people, pushing passed each other as they carried out their daily lives. Connie stared out the window as Steven parked near a bank. "What's the plan then?" she asked.
Steven nodded his head towards the bank. The Bank of Pérez was a large bank with smooth, marble bricks and a pair of pillars farming the glass door. "This place has vaults we can store things at, and I'll need to open a bank account for us both to use."
"How much money do you even have." Connie pulled her sword from the trunk, making sure it wasn't hidden in her grasp.
"I don't actually know," he admitted, his cheeks reddening slightly. "My dad always gave me an allowance. I get a portion of the profits from Little Homeworld since I'm its Founder. Most Gems that have jobs give a bit of their salary since they don't really need money."
"So in other words, you're good for money." She grinned. "Guess that means you're buying dinner later."
The pair walked into the bank. The floor was a chessboard pattern, with a line of bank tellers at the far side of the room, a steel vault door in the center of the wall behind the tellers. The few customers, ranging from smart clothes to casual wear, gave apprehensive looks to the sword in Connie's hands but relaxed somewhat as she smiled nicely as her and Steven joined the queue.
The bank teller was a young woman probably in her late teens, her umber colored hair in a neat ponytail. "Hi there, how can I help?" she asked cheerfully from behind her podium, a glass screen separating the teller from clients.
"Hi, we'd like to open an account with you please," Steven replied. "And rent a vault to store some things." He indicated the sword Connie held.
The teller briefly scanned the sword, before returning to Steven. "That sounds doable, we'll just need your name, age and –" She stopped abruptly, her toffee colored eyes filling with panic before she ducked behind her podium, the previously quiet bank now full of the scared screams of customers as they ran.
Steven and Connie glanced at each other in confusion before turning their attention to the entrance.
Three people had entered the bank, their eyes full of a mischievous malice. The smallest of the three stood on the left and was a pale skinned teenager, his hair, a bright, neon blue fell over his youthful, pointed face which was marked by various cuts and scars. He was dressed in a tight jumpsuit that matched the color of his hair, other than his chest covering and fingerless gloves which were a deep navy.
The person the right was a woman, her long hair an orange so pale that it bordered on being white. Her outfit covered her body from the neck down, the torso a muted yellow colour while her arms and legs were a deep pastel orange color.
The middle figure was an androgynous goliath of a human, with short, black hair that parted in the centre framing their face. Their blood red outfit reached from their torso to thighs, leaving the rest of their muscled body exposed.
"People of Jump City!" The blue haired teen shouted, cackling manically as he waved his gloved hands wildly. "You are privileged to see the introduction of..."
"Rock!" The hulking one in red roared.
"Paper," the woman in yellow added monotonously.
"And Scissors!" The man in blue concluded, flashing a malicious grin.
"Steven?" Connie asked apprehensively, her grip tightening around her sword. "What do we do?"
A flurry of thoughts flashed through Steven's mind. Chance to have a normal life. No more helping everybody. The three villains had advanced across the bank, Rock smashing the glass partition with a single punch, before looking back to Scissors for further instructions.
"Open the vault," Scissors ordered. "Take what you can." Rock nodded, ripping the vault door from the wall with relative ease and throwing it to the ground, revealing a staircase that descended down to bank's basement-level vaults.
Scissors' midnight blue eyes watched as Rock headed down the stairs, before he scanned the room. Few patrons remained and those that were still present cowered in fear. His eyes locked with Connie's Sword, and he smirked as he sauntered over. "How 'bout you hand that over love," he said, running his fingers over the blade. "Sharpness is kinda my thing."
"No!" Connie retaliated, pulling her blade into a fighting position, her stance widening as she lowered her body.
Scissors laughed, a deranged chuckle that would have terrified anybody that hadn't experienced what Steven and Connie had. "Well then," he said with mock cheerfulness. "Looks like its time for a fight." His fingers elongated rapidly, simultaneously transforming from their natural fleshy tone to a metallic sheen.
He lunged at Connie, claws outstretched. Steven's hand raised on instinct, blocking him with an instantaneously appearing shield. Scissors blinked in confusion, before grinning. "Paper! He ordered. "Time to fight."
Connie and Scissors charged each other, the sounds of metal clashing together sounding as the pair ducked, weaved, and countered their opponent's attacks.
Paper's arms stretched far beyond a normal human's capacity, far enough to whiz by Steven and grab the wall opposite, pulling herself towards him with a kick.
Steven flew from the impact, crashing into the wall protected by his Bubble Shield. Shifting his Bubble Shields to his fists, he launched himself from the wall at a high speed, swinging a fist at Paper as he came in range, who dodged by contorting her body in a manner similar to Spinel, her legs remaining firmly on the ground while her body contorted and avoided the blow.
Steven turned to see if Connie was ok. She was still holding her ground by sliding between her opponent's legs, slamming him to the ground by striking his knee caps with the hilt of her sword. Steven grinned, casually deflecting a punch from Paper with his fist.
Scissors rose to his feet, all semblance of mock cheerfulness gone replaced by rage. "Enough of this!" He cried. "Time for Scissors to end you!" He pounced, his talons aimed at Connie's throat.
"Well then," Connie said, swiping the sword at Scissors' claws. "Time for Scissors to meet Sword!" She slashed at the attacking hands, severing the metal claws which clattered to the floor, leaving Scissors in an outraged shock.
Steven took the opportunity, summoning a forcefield which encased Scissors before he slammed it into Paper, immobilizing the pair against a wall.
Both Connie and Steven let out a sigh of relief, unfortunately interrupted by the heavy footsteps of Rock re-entering the room, holding bags of loot as they looked around in confusion.
Scissors let out an angry cry. "Don't just stand there you idiot! Get them!"
"ROCK!" They cried, their muscular form gaining a grey, cobblestone like, color, as they turned into a living rock.
Connie turned to Steven. "Fuse?" she asked, offering her non-sword hand.
"Fuse," Steven confirmed, grabbing the offered hand, his gem letting out a soft glow. The two began to shine a luminous light as their hands connected, the bodies and minds warping, fusing into a single being.
Where Steven and Connie were, Stevonnie now stood. Their black hair fell in soft curls behind their chest, Steven's pink jacket over Connie's white blouse. Steven's shield appeared in their left hand while Connie's Sword was held firmly in their right hand. "Bring it on," Stevonnie said confidently, raising their weapons. "You think you're the first oversized rock we've had to fight?"
Rock let out a violent battle cry as they charged at a surprisingly fast speed. Stevonnie tossed their shield, pausing it mid-air before expanding it to block the incoming statue.
The shield smashed, the shattered pieces disappearing into nothingness, barely slowing Rock who continued their charge.
Stevonnie ducked Rock's overhand smash, jumping on their shoulders before leaping behind the foe, summoning a new shield and throwing it at the back of the stony head.
Rock stumbled slightly, recovering quickly and backhanding Stevonnie with enough force to send them across the room. "That hurt," Stevonnie stated as they got back up, before grinning. "Time to get serious."
Rock began to rush towards them again, and Stevonnie quickly formulated a plan. Creating a shield under their own and Rocks' feet, Stevonnie flung both of them in the air, throwing Rock off balance and launched themselves towards the rock. Focussing all their strength into a single punch, Stevonnie struck sending Rock into the ground were they cratered the floor and didn't move.
"Problem solved," Stevonnie declared to the few remaining staff and patrons, before they unfused leaving Steven and Connie, their hands still entwined, in their wake.
Outside, the sounds of police cars pulling up sounded, as well as various media vans arriving.
They released each other, a soft blush on both their faces. "Still think we should get rid of the sword?" Connie asked.
"You know," Steven answered after a second of contemplation. "Maybe we should hang on to it."
This took longer than I'd hoped, but a big thanks to everyone who followed and asked me to continue. The Teen Titans will be introduced, probably in two more chapters.