Against my Nature (revised)

Evil had its perks: everything was free, laws meant nothing, and free time was infinite. With a combination of his nature and his incredible power, Brick had very little to worry about, beyond the occasional spat with those prissy Powerpuffs. They were a real pain in the ass -- not only did they have him and his brothers beat out in some aspects, the three of them knew just the buttons to push to bring the Rowdyruffs down to size. Chaos couldn't last forever, at least, not in the city of Townsville. There were only so many people to maim, purses to snatch, and puppies to kick before a villain so mighty as the Duke of Destruction would finally find himself bored with it all. Maybe he could try out the hero thing... of course, he wouldn't be taking it easy on them, like the girls might. Perfect timing for that thought. Sat on a couch he'd stolen, perched upon a roof where he'd set up a small base for himself, Brick was simply flipping through channels when he came upon the local news.
A breaking story; a bank robbery in progress. Hostages had been taken, and cops were surrounding the building. Lady Luck shined down upon him. The male stood, picking his hat up off the couch beside him and donning it backwards, running a hand over his red flannel and straightening the tee beneath it, he'd crack his knuckles with the same deviant grin he'd often give to any person he was intending to kill. All that was left behind in the blink of an eye was a scarlet afterimage, a trail of energy left in his wake as he soared towards his target, stunning the gathered crowd of police and citizens alike with his appearance. One of the most destructive villains in all of Townsville, appearing at a lowly bank robbery, and for what reason? Several weapons were trained on him immediately, but a stunned silence fell over the area as he stepped inside the building. "Who the fuck is that?" a voice called out, prompting Brick to examine the area. Six robbers, all armed with revolvers
though the one that had spoken was clutching a rifle, aimed squarely at the Rowdyruffs general mass. "Aw, lookit that, they're matchin'," he called back, a grin on his face, "You sissies get those peashooters on the same day?" This prompted the thug aimed at him to fire off a round, which tore into his t-shirt before promptly bouncing against the floor. Not a scratch. "Wh--" He could hardly get a word out before the weapon he held melted in his hands, molten materials searing through his skin as he fell to the floor, screaming in agony. One of the revolver wielding criminals took a hostage, and Brick raised a brow. "Lemme guess -- don't move or you'll shoot? You think I give two fucks bout some faceless pencil-pusher?" With their accomplice in agony on the floor, and this apparent superpowered individual certainly had them panicking. It wasn't long before shots were being fired, and Brick took the fight to them. The first was the man who'd grabbed a hostage;
his entire arm had been shoved down his throat before he could think to move. Two more, having stood too close together, found themselves bifurcated with only a sweep of Bricks laser vision. The fourth and fifth went hand-in-hand, turned into a ball of flesh and bone in a storm of blood red fury. One remained, and had finally managed to stand, trying to escape, but the Duke couldn't let that happen. "Where ya goin', toots?" he called out, before promptly cutting the mans legs out from under him. His hands were completely useless, and with only his thighs to work with, Brick was surprised he was even still conscious. "Be glad that wasn't even my favorite shirt. Y'coulda had it worse." One foot placed on the mans back, keeping him from squirming, Brick reached down and forced his hand into the criminals mouth. You better hope they got dental in Hell -- and I already know they don't." The ensuing cry was cut off as he tore the robbers head in two, leaving the surrounding floor a bloody mess
before dusting himself off. As though all that viscera could be removed so easily. Brick stepped outside, giving a gesture to the surrounding officers that they could go inside, before flying off to presumably take a cathartic shower in someone else's home.