As his tricked out and plate-less and undoubtedly illegal (not that he gave a damn) motorcycle went cruising along, he was keeping an eye out for things that seemed out of place, things that broke the pattern of day-to-day activity. A woman in a suit (whose details he could not quite make out from so far away) practically hopping onto a roof (either from another roof or the ground floor) got his attention, because that is a major break in the pattern; doubly so when she goes through the sunroof, probably intentionally, of a bank.<br/><br/>As if he was a customer, despite all his get up, Judge parked right outside the bank. The keys are taken out of the ignition, and he goes around to the  oversized 'saddle bags' he kept on the motorcycle.  He took a few moments to assemble and load his crossbow (weapon of choice), stash four small throwing blades into small holsters on his belt, and grab a large, long piece of metal pipe.<br/><br/>He dragged the pipe along the sidewalk, generating a scene. He looked every part some fiend that was strung out on drugs; the thing is, the 'innocent' humans knew him from his costume. Judge was a man to be feared, yes, but he only ever harmed those who were, themselves, committing harm on others; and if Dark Star wasn't doing that right now, it seemed likely she would be soon.<br/><br/>As he walks through the bank, heading towards the startled tellers, he caught sight of the knocked out guard. His lips twisted into a snarl, and he screamed out<strong>"EVERYONE! Get the fuck outside."</strong>His voice was harsh, and half feral, and one that was most certainly heeded. He bore the innocents here no ill will, and was unwilling to risk their lives if and when he fought. It was meant to both get the people out, and draw out the woman he saw (and anybody else she might be working with).<br/><br/>He kept the pipe held firmly in his left hand, and his crossbow in the right, pointed in the direction that one of the bank tellers had been gawking at; the direction where Dark Star had gone. The stock of the weapon was kept firmly pressed against his shoulder, and although one should ordinarily be firing such a device with two hands, it looked like Judge would not have any issues doing this one handedly.