Cops and Robbers || (BanScythe Oneshots!!! RAHHH||

The light flickered on. Scythe struggled against the cuffs that were bolted into the table. Said table was also bolted into the ground, oh, and her chair. Her spurs clattered uselessly against the legs of the metal seat. Irritated, her tail rattled. This was all Medkit's fault! Granted, he was a little new to the way the temple worked, but Scythe knew he was smarter than this.

This was supposed to be a regular operation. Get the bux and scram. But Medkit had forgotten to fill their new van with gas, so surprise surprise, the warden had caught them.

Thankfully, Broker and the newbie escaped. Scythe let herself be caught. If it meant Broker could run home and alert the cult that Scythe would be gone for a bit.

Scythe cursed. The light turning on was a sign that Banhammer was near. Most likely, the bastard was going around bragging how he had caught her to his jail guards. She could just see him. His stupid voice, especially the cocky tone he got whenever they were separated by bars. Scythe whacked her tail to the floor in frustration.

The metal door that was in the front of the room creaked open. A large figure blocked out any incoming light. Justice's favorite cocksucker was here.

"Took ya' long enough. I was starting to miss ya." Scythe sneered.

Banhammer only grunted. A large stack of folders and paper were dropped into the table. "We have a lot to talk about."

"Perfect, I love talking." Scythe smiled. "Especially with you."

Banhammer paused for a second, his hand rested on the back of the opposite chair. He eventually pulled it out and sat down abruptly.

"The feeling isn't mutual." He hissed out.

"Ashame." Scythe leaned back in her chair, trying to make the frame more comfortable.

She could hear Banhammer organizing the papers, and laying some out in front of her.

"Do you know any of these demons?" He asked, his voice was curt.

Scythe looked at the photos in front of her. There were three. All of the demons were missing an eye, and to be honest, she did recognize them. Hell, what kind of leader would she be if she didn't even remember the spawnlings she would play with way back when her father was alive.

"No." She said, her voice was flat. "Never seen them."

Banhammer slammed his hands on the table. "LIES!" He cried out.

"They must've lost their eyes in an accident. Plenty of demons do." Scythe reasoned. "Subspace has one of his peepers rotting away, right?"

She could see the warden's deminor shift. She was catching him in a corner now.

"That's different. These eye scars are from forced removal. We had a specialist analyze the photos." His tone shifted along. "You can't keep running forever, Scythe. These demons caused the bank bombing a few months ago. On your orders."

Scythe hissed. Her tail rattled. "You think I would turn to tactics such as bombing?"

"You've done it before." Banhammer leaned in closer. His hands supported most of his weight. He was referencing the old harvests Scythe was sent on.

"That was years ago, Banny. You know I got rid of every trace left of him." She bared her teeth. "You should know very well."

The warden stayed silent, but eventually responded. "You ordered them to rob the bank, didn't you. But you didn't specify the tactic." He tapped on one of the images. "This one has a bomber type gear."

Scythe looked down at the photos again. Banhammer's purple claw was tapping on Fuse Bomb. There truly was no denying it was them. She looked over the photos again. Finally, she looked up at Banhammer.

"This case is boring, give me a new one."

The warden sighed. He pushed off the photos and slammed a new folder down. Banhammer opened it up and started to take out the contents. Photos of an old building were now placed in front of Scythe. She looked down at them and raised a brow.

"Cute place." It was slingshot's cafe. She would admit, the place was a nice establishment. But that didn't save it from her and her brother's greedy claws. "Food's good."

Banhammer huffed. "I bet that money you stole from it was also good." He then slid a transaction paper over to her. Displayed in red letters was the money the cafe had lost. "Any reason you needed 357 dollars?" It was true they hadn't taken all the money out of the register, I mean, what would anyone do with all that money? Scythe decided to humor the warden for once.

"We needed a new tire for the van, and well, you know with inflation and all." She grinned. Banhammer sighed.

"So you used Slingshot's hard earned money to buy a... tire?" He asked.

"No. We used Slingshot's money to buy a spare tire." She kicked her legs as much as she could with the restraints. "We used your money to buy the new tire."

"WHAT!? MY MONEY!?" Banhammer frantically patted himself down, looking for his wallet. He eventually pulled out the purple leather (with gold accents) wallet and counted the bills he had.

"Not from your wallet, meat-head. From your bank account." Scythe rolled her eye. Swords, for the law's big man, he was really just an idiot playing cop.

Banhammer stopped looking through his wallet. He slowly deadpanned to stare at Scythe. "How do you have my account number?"

"Oh my Swords..." Scythe slammed her head onto the table. "We ROBBED the BANK. Where do you store the money in your bank account? The BANK." Scythe had to basically spell it out for the warden.

It clicked for Banhammer. "Ooohhhhhh. I see now." He nodded, and put his wallet away. He shook his head quickly. "WAIT! SO YOU DID GIVE THEM ORDERS TO ROB THE BANK!"

"I never said I didn't!" Scythe cooed back. Banhammer was starting to get agitated. His hands were shaking a little. And Scythe could see some more folds appear in his blindfold, meaning his eyes were twitching.

"I just said I would never use bombs. I never said I didn't give them the orders, and I never said I did." She held her head high. "You're looking too far into things again."

"UGH!" Banhammer slammed his fists now on the table. It shook, and Scythe half expected it to fly off the bolts. "YOU ARE SO DIFFICULT!" The warden shook the table again. She could hear the bolts start to shake. Something told Scythe that this wasn't the first time Banhammer had a temper tantrum.

"You need to calm down, Banny." Scythe eyes the shaking table. "Listen," She leaned forward. "If you leave me and the gang alone for a bit, I'll give you the info. Kay?"

The table stopped shaking, and Banhammer propped himself up on the table nicely. "Deal."

Scythe laughed a little before rambling. "I gave the orders to go rob the bank, never specified how it should be done. You got that part right. Those demons are a part of the Lost Temple, they're some of my best guys. We did steal some money from your account specifically, Broker found out your password a few months ago. So we took it online. The cash we stole from the bank was in the vault." Scythe finished talking.

Banhammer nodded slowly. He got up slowly and went to exit. "Thank you." He said cruelty.

"We had a deal? Uncuff me. Fuse Bomb and the others can go into custody." Scythe lashed her tail.

Banhammer turned around to face her. He did a deep sigh before walking over ang undoing the restraints on Scythe's chair.

When Scythe felt the pressure on her wrists and legs loosen, she jumped up onto the table. Banhammer gasped from behind the chair. "Scythe wait-!"

Scythe felt the table wobble from underneath her. Apparently, Banhammer's outburst had caused the table to spring off the bolts. It wasn't even a few seconds before the table fell. Scythe and all the stacked papers tumbled down along with it.

Banhammer cringed back as the sound of metal colliding with the ground rang through the room.

"I think we need stronger bolts..." Banhammer whispered.

There was a shuffle of papers when Scythe's head popped up from behind the table.

"YA THINK?"