Swim with or against the system, nothing in between

He rolled his eyes and punched him straight in the face again, before pushing him on the ground and handcuffing him.

Bandit groaned in pain, feeling blood dripping from his nose. "Police force... a classic" he said weakly, trying to sound snappy.

"I warned you. You brought this upon yourself, pal", he replied, lifting his head, as he heard footsteps approaching.

"...heh. You got backup as well. Guess they figured out that there are more around than just two." He frowned, flinching from the pain. "Go ahead. Put me into that cell for a few days and then let me go just like all the other past times."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll get sure that you'll stay in there way longer this time", he growled, pulling him up on his legs. As the others arrived and glared at them. "Took you long enough, guys. Was it that hard to figure out that it was just a distraction. How many times did you already fall for that? Three? Five??"

"Not like you can expect any sort of competence from the police" Bandit snickered, now acting rather amused. "And you know you won't be able to keep me in there for much longer" he added on s two other police men took over, pulling him with them.

"Oh, don't you worry about that", He replied. Back at the Police Station, Bandit got locked away in his own cell. It took a few hours, before Lucy came back with a smirk.

Bandit was lying stretched out on the small bed, starring up at the ceiling. "What do you want now."

"Oh. Nothing. Looks like you'll stay for a month this time, until they decided on a proper punishment for you", he told him.

"I bet it's like last time where you said I'm getting what I deserve and it ended up with me getting out after a week and a half with 60 hours of social work to do." He looked over at him, smirking. "You don't really have evidence at hand. Like always."

"You've been caught several times at the crime scene and attacked a police officer. Your list is pretty long besides that. They should've figured by now that a week and some social work won't do it."

"We'll see. Compared to all the big criminals I'm nothing but a teenager shattering some windows for them. Not like that's worth anything to them." He sat up, smirking wider. "Face it. You can't hold me in. You don't have  that much power."

"Yes. You're Might be a Teenager to them... But by now, everyone knows that you're Part of one of the Most known Gangs, therefore it doesn't matter anymore that you're 'just a teenager'." He crossed his Arms. "So whatever you Do, it'll be weighted as heavy as any other crime from your Gang. So you might as well be a high aggressive drug-addicted psychopath of a teenager."

"Oh, don't flirt too much with me" he smirked wider. "We'll see how it will go mister know-it-all who knows bullshit." He stood up, stepping forward to him. "Is that all? Are you just trying to rub on my 'vulnerable nerves' because I'm such a violent being who jumps on every insult?"