Before anyone could react, four more people entered the bank. A muscular man clad in a leather jacket and mask, a tall, attractive and solidly built woman, a man clad entirely in a black ninja costume and... well.. a sort of legless, dragon man thing with a long tail and wings. Yeah. The crowds in the bank paused. These were no ordinary bunch of passers by. These were... Some superheroes or another.

"Hold it right there, Wasteland!" The masked man shouted.

"Yeah, like, give up and all!" the woman added. The masked man gritted his teeth.

"Get them, my wasteland marauders!" Baron Wasteland replied. The colourful thugs charged forwards at the heroes, shouting a variety of war cries and waving assorted weapons. Two of them ran at the masked man, only to be sent reeling pinned to the floor by a sudden burst of energy from the man. Another two ran at the dragon, who swung around and whipped them with his tail. The two crashed to the ground, stunned. Another pair charged the woman, hollering various war-cries. She simply decked the first one, and then threw the second across the room.

The final thug, the largest of the bunch, faced off with the ninja. The thug reached for his weapon, a two-stroke chainsaw. Before he knew it, the ninja had leapt across the room, and pulled out a kendo stick. "Worldly passions bad!" the Ninja shouted as he bought the stick down on the man's head. There was a hollow thumping noise, and the thug slumped to the floor.

"Well that was, like, totally easy" the woman said.

"Ha! You may have defeated my marauders, but I cannot be beaten!" Baron Wasteland shouted. "For I am Baron Wasteland and I am invincible!"

"So why have we beaten him so many times?" The dragon asked no-one in particular.

Baron Wasteland turned a dial on his belt. Instantly, his size and mass increased dramatically. His muscled bulged. His shoulders widened. His neck disappeared. "I am Baron Wasteland! And I am unstoppable!"

The Baron charged at the four heroes, who leapt out of his way. Baron Wasteland continued on the strength of his own momentum, ramming straight into the door-frame, where he stuck fast.

"I am Baron Wasteland!" He shouted. "I appear to be stuck!"

"Allow me to fix that!" the Masked Man called, and fired a blast of gravitic energy at the baron. The blast knocked him out of the doorframe (incidentally, taking part of the wall and roof with him) and snet him sprawling down the stairs.

"My turn!" the woman shouted as she ran out the door. Leaping into the air, she dove down on the Baron, literally driving him into the footpath. She athletically rolled off him as the Dragon-man flew out of the bank.

"And now for the finisher!" The dragon called out. He unleashed a blast of fire that scorched the Baron and the surrounding area (incidentally immolating several parking meters, a shrub-in-a-tub and the Baron's getaway car. When the flames cleared, Baron Wasteland lay on the pavement, his clothes burnt and his skin blackened.

"Um, Dr D? You do know that you are relying on the maintainer actually completing this web page sometime before the end of the century?"