"This is the worst idea you've ever had. It's like if stupid one and stupid two had a child, and the result was your plan." Digger couldn't help but let out a groan. Missy's voice was really starting to piss him off. Like nails down a fucking whiteboard. He knew she didn't like the plan, but what else could they do? They had to get a hold of the Flash somehow, and this usually worked. But this time Digger wouldn't be alone.
"I heard ya the first four thousand times, doll, just put da wig on." Missy sighed but did as she was told and pulled the long, black wig over her hair. She was wearing a long-sleeved dress and some high heels and, accompanied by some of the jewels Digger had stolen a couple of nights before, she looked like someone who belonged in the bank. Which was important cus he needed her to go in before him and turn off the alarms and get rid of the armed guards. This wasn't one of the robberies where people had to die, it would actually be a lot easier to convince Flash to join them if no one died, which Missy had been so kind to point out to a very frustrated Boomerang who wasn't used to let the guards live.
"I'm not going in there looking like this." Missy sighed as she closed the little pocket mirror she had studied herself in. "I look like a freak."
"No, ya're a freak, doll. There's a difference. And besides: we hav' to make sur' the British Bastard won't find ye befor' ya find him. So just go in, pretend to be a normal person for once an' wait until I get there." Missy had had a lot of troubles with the dress Digger had forced her to wear. It was long-sleeved and hid her arms, but some of her chest was still visible. And even though she had done the best she could to cover up her scars and burn marks some of the really deep once were still somewhat visible, but as long as no one looked to closely they wouldn't notice it, and even if they did she mostly just looked like she had been in an accident at some point in her life. Maybe fought a chainsaw or something. Okay it wasn't perfect but it was the best they had, and if they couldn't wait around for the Flash to find Digger. The Flash might be fast, but they were in a hurry and so they had to come to him. This was why Digger had gotten the idea of a bank robbery with some hostage. That was sure to get the Flash's attention, and once he was in the bank Missy could slow him down and force him to listen to her.
"What if he sends Batman or Wonder woman or some other Justice League person?"
"Then we're fucked. Listen we've talked about this a thousand times let's just do it." Digger's voice made it clear he was at some breaking point, which might had been why Missy decided to not discuss things further. Instead she left the car; made sure her dress didn't show too much and walked towards the bank without looking back.
He waited ten minutes before getting out of the car, silently cursing to himself and stroking Pinky, which he has found in the secret pockets of his coat. Digger might not have been the sharpest toll, but he knew that this was a risky plan. Hell he didn't mind risky plans, they usually turned out a lot more exciting than the plans you've spend weeks making, but Missy was right: this was downright stupid. Not because of the Flash, Digger had the confidence that he could take him down, but because of the British Bastard who was now, apparently, chasing him as well. Fucking bullshit! He should never had gone after Missy and just let Falcone take care of her. Shit!
He sighed and tucked Pinky away in the secret hideout before leaving the car, pulling the hood from his sweatshirt over his face to hide it. There was no reason to alarm the guard before he had gotten a chance to knock him out.
The bank was crowded, but that was to expect on a Friday afternoon, and no one seemed to notice him as he slipped inside. A quick glance around the bank revealed him two guards, both armed but with the safety on, four bank tellers behind the counter, and sixteen potential hostages. Good, now all he had to do was wait for the signal.
He got it not long after stepping in to the bank, as Missy got up from her seat where she had been waiting to go to the counter and sell them some bullshit story. Not that she got very far before Digger let the hood fall from his face as he rushed to one of the guards and straight out knocked him out with a fist to the face. It took the other guard a couple of seconds to realize what was going on before fumbling to get his weapon out of his holster. He didn't get far before one of Digger's boomerangs came soaring through the air and knocked him out.
People might not have understood what had happened with the first guard, but the flying boomerang that knocked out the second guard definitely got people's attention. The bank was silent for a solid moment before one of Boomerangs explosive boomerang hid the nearest surveillance camera causing and explosion that ripped through the silent. It didn't take long before the first panicked scream filled the bank, quickly followed by another, and then another until panic had overtaken the bank. "CALM THE FUCK DOWN AND NO ONE WILL GET HURT!" His voice ripped through the bank, making some of the costumers looking at him. People no longer screamed, but the panic was still so massive that he could almost feel it. His eyes darted over each of the costumers as he drew yet another boomerang. "Ye've obviously picked t'e wrong day to pay yer bills an' I hop'no one has any important appointments 'cus ya won't get dhere in time. But since ya're gonna be here a while let me introduce meself. Me name is Captain Boomerang, and you're now my hostages." Dramatic? Sure, but what else would you expect from a guy who called himself Captain Boomerang? And besides: every village had a pitch of theatrical in him or her – that was one of the reasons they became village, because they got to wear wacky costumes, fight a "hero" in an even wackier costume and use phrases like "and now, you will meet your doom".
"What-what do you want? Money? Take them!" A guy in a fancy suit – probably the owner of the bank – took a step towards Digger, almost like he was trying to shelter his precious costumers from harm's way. But hey, costumers was what paid his bills, so he probably was.
"Nah," Digger shook his head. "That's not why I'm her'. All I want is fer someon' to hit da alarm."
"What?" The man blinked, surprised by Diggers request.
"Yeah, hit da alarm and get the coppers here. Quickly now, I'm in a hurry." The man seemed doubtful to do as he was told, but ended up nodding to one of the bank tellers, who pressed one of the small buttons under her desk. The alarm was silent, but Digger knew that it would blare at some local police station right about now.
He was right. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes before the sound of the first siren reached the people in the bank. Something that made some of the hostages seem almost hopeful, until they met the gaze of Captain Boomerang, who looked like he was considering strangling every one of them. He wasn't. He was only considering strangling Missy for getting him into this mess in the first place – the fact that he had actually dragged her along, and brought the problems on himself, was something he totally ignored, in his world this was all her fault. He probably would have strangled her if he could get away with it, but he knew damn well that he wouldn't get so far before she had flung him somewhere. Or worse: ripped him apart. So instead he stood in the bank and cursed her silently, waiting for his arc nemesis to show up.
Apparently it didn't take the police long to catch on to what was going on in the bank, and a handful of minutes after the first police car had parked in front of the bank the telephone on one of the desks rang. The sound of the phone ripped through the silence, making one of the woman scream out in horror, which made Digger snore something that sounded like: "bitches be crazy" as he walked towards the phone to pick it up. "Yeah?"
"Hello, this is officer McNeal, who am I speaking with?"
"Captain Boomerang" Digger answered as he found a boomerang in his coat and started to clean his teeth with one of the pointy ends.
"Captain Boomerang, really?"
"Yes, the Captain Boomerang. What'ya want?"
"I want to know how the hostages are."
"They're fin'. I didn't hurt them."
"Would you be willing to let them go?"
"No. Not until I get what I want."
"And what do you want?"
"The Flash."
"What?" Apparently the officer wasn't the only one who was taken aback by Digger's answer as some of the hostages started to whisper.
"Yeah. I want ye to get the flash to come here, then I'll let the hostages go."
"Why?"
"Do ye want me to start dropping bodies, or do ya want to use the time to get Flash here?"
"What if I can't get him here."
"Let's not dwell about that, shall we." Digger didn't wait for an answer before hanging up, turning to the hostages – and Missy who was somewhere in the crowd. "Okay everyone to the vault! I want ya tucked away if they start throwing teargas." Hopefully the officer wouldn't be so stupid. Boomer might have promised Missy not to hurt the hostages, but it would be damn hard keeping that promise if the police starting interfering too much.
One of the hostages – a guy who probably considered himself strong and brave – shook his head. "No! You'll let the woman leave."
"No I won't. Now start walkin'." Digger growled, already tired of the guys bullshit. Especially as the guy suddenly charged forward. Apparently he had planned to try and knock Digger out, but didn't get that far before he fall back screaming as one of Diggers' boomerangs was buried deep in his shoulder. "START WALKIN'!" Digger roared, which made the hostages move quickly as a couple of the other men helped the wounded man up from the floor and supported him all they was to the vault. "Open the vault!" Digger demanded the bank owner, who fumbled with his keys before opening the vault. "Get inside!" They all did as he ordered them, expect for Missy who instead looked to the wounded man.
"You promised not to hurt anyone." She pouted.
"No I promised not to kill anyon', and I didn't." She didn't answer instead she raised her hand towards the boomerang in the man's should. He screamed as she ripped the boomerang lose and let it fly to the floor with an audible clonk.
"Wait, you're not locking us in here, are you?" The bank owner asked as Missy started closing the vault door.
"Sure we are. For ya own safety." The smile Digger gave the hostages didn't exactly appeal to an answering smile.
"What about air? We'll suficate."
"Nah I'll make sure Flash will get ye out in time." If he bothered to show up. If not Missy and Digger would have to figure something else out as the vault door closet with a loud bang, leaving the two people in complete silence.
"What now?" Missy asked. She sounded nervous.
"Now we wait." Digger answered with a shrug.
They waited so long that Digger had time to empty one of the registers. He had just started working on opening the next when a wind blew through the bank and a red light ran straight towards him. "Ah, Flash, nice of ye to finally show. I was beginin' to worry ye wouldn't com'."
Digger looked from the cash register to the hero who greeted him with an angry sound.
"There's other means to get me, you didn't have to take a lot of innocent people as hostages." He said angrily. He had had been so keen on getting to Boomerang that he hadn't notice Missy, who was sitting on a floor leaning back on one of the desks.
"But this was more fun." Digger answered with a sly smile.
"Oh I'll show you fun."
"Thanks, but I don't swing dat way." The Flash didn't answer, instead he charged towards Boomerang in a blur of red light, so fast that Boomerang wouldn't have had time to react, had it not been for Missy who finally reacted as she grabbed Flash in the middle of the air as he was jumping towards Digger, leaving him hanging motionless in the air.
"Sorry! Please don't send the Justice League after me." She begged as she walked towards him, her hands still raised in the air as she kept Flash trapped in her force field.
"Flash – Flashie – Flashman, meet Missy." Digger grinned, clearly enjoying seeing the Flash like this as he extend and arm towards Missy to pull her into a friendly bear hug. "She has somethin' she wants to ask ye."
"I'm gonna let go now, okay?" Missy said, as she carefully lowered Flash to the floor and released his upper body, making it able for him to speak again.
"Really Boomerang? You've tricked some poor girl into being your sidekick? How long are you giving her before you dump her in a bodybag somewhere?" Flash asked angrily, but his anger wasn't turned to Missy but Digger, whom he clearly suspected of having tricked Missy into helping him somehow.
"The sheila's anything but poor, trust me." Digger said with a grin.
"And he's not gonna dump me in a boydbag – he won't get the chance." Missy interjected. "But no, I don't trust him."
"What? Why? When hav' I ever… -"
"Shut up, Boomer!" Missy interrupted, still looking at the Flash. "Listen I know you probably won't even consider it with everything we've done, but we didn't know how else to get your attention. But… we need your help."
"What?" The flash might be the world's fastest man alive, but he hadn't seen that one coming.
"The sheila's right, we need your help."