As you stride through the bank, duffle bags stuffed with cash slung over your shoulder, the sound of your boots echoing in the stunned silence, you feel unstoppable.

Fear grips the room, and you revel in it—until a voice cuts through the tension like a blade.

"Wow, a supervillain? In this economy? Bold move."

You whirl around, and there he stands—Clockblocker.

His white armor gleams under the harsh fluorescent lights, the moving clock hands on his chest and shoulders ticking away in asynchronous chaos.