Alarms blaring loudly broke the quiet city streets on an otherwise normal night, except for the tellers at the West-Side Bank. Dark figures emerged from the double doors of the building wearing hoods and masks while carrying large duffel bags of stolen money. They had been planning this for months.
"We're gonna be rich! That went off perfectly!" One of them men shouted between heavy breaths.

"Too easy, Eh?" Another said in a thick Australian accent.

"Hey! Don't get excited yet, you knuckleheads!"

The figure in front tries to sound serious but can't quite hide the excitement in his voice, despite his reprimendation. "Get the bags quickly into the car before the cops show up - or worse." The black sedan sat a few blocks away, directly in front of an alleyway covered in darkness. They all scrambled towards the doors as they tossed the bags into the back. The engine roared to life and the last of the men closed the door just as the car took off.

The last sight of the getaway car was caught as it screeched around the corner, tires squealing against the pavement as it tried to disappear into the night. Elasti-Woman watched it for barely a second before extending her right arm after it, her shoulder shifted beneath the red-and-grey fabric of her costume as her arm lengthened with a smooth, elastic motion and her forearm shot across the street, stretching between two lanes of traffic before her hand curled around the rear bumper.

"Got you." She purred with a smooth voice.

Her feet planted against the pavement while her other arm wrapped around a nearby thick metal beam. Then she pulled. The sudden resistance yanked her forward several feet, but she compensated by extending her left arm towards the nearest streetlight, giving her even more purchase. The getaway car's rear end lifted off the ground.

"What the -?!" The driver exclaimed, slamming his foot against the accelerator but the tires spun uselessly.

Elasti-woman grinned slyly, "Good effort. Really. But it's the end of the line, boys."

With a controlled pull of her right arm, she dragged the car backward until its rear wheels dropped onto the pavement again. The vehicle lurched to a stop, its driver throwing both hands against the steering wheel as he stared through the rearview mirror.

"Everybody come out with your hands raised slowly; you're all under arrest!" …