Jonathan and the rest of the gang climbed up the side of a tall building, boots scraping against old pipes and rusted ledges.
"We're almost there," Vi called back, gripping the ledge and pulling herself up first.
"Aw, man…" Mylo groaned below, clinging to the side as he climbed.
Jonathan was right behind Vi, stepping over the edge with ease. The two of them were the first to make it up.
Vi walked to the edge and looked out across the cityscape. Piltover stretched before her— towers, intricate buildings.
"Hey, Powder!" she called over her shoulder.
Powder popped up over the ledge, panting slightly as she pulled herself up. "Yeah?"
"Come take a look," Vi said with a grin, stepping aside.
Powder walked up beside her—and froze.
"Whoa…"
The city shimmered in the distance, all marble and invention, a world away from the grit of the undercity.
"It's nice getting above it all, huh?" Vi said softly.
Powder just nodded, wide-eyed.
Claggor and Mylo scrambled up next, collapsing onto the roof with a pair of exhausted grunts.
Meanwhile, Jonathan stood a few paces back, glancing at the skyline with a flat expression.
"No one's above me," he muttered.
Just then, a giant blimp passed overhead, casting a long shadow over the rooftop.
Vi glanced up, smirked, then looked at him.
"Yeah. Sure," she said, chuckling.
Powder, Claggor, and Mylo looked up watching the blimp glide across the sky.
"One day, I'm gonna ride in one of those things." Powder said dreamily.
"And one day," Mylo added, pointing his fingers like a gun, "I'm gonna shoot one of 'em down."
Vi gave him a dry look as she passed by and pushed his hand down.
Claggor shifted uneasily, glancing over the rooftop's edge. "Vi, are you sure about this? If we get caught, we're—"
"We're not gonna get caught," Vi cut in. "We'll be in and out before anyone notices."
She stepped closer to the edge and looked down at a balcony.
"Alright—everyone follow me. Just… don't look down."
Vi slid smoothly down the slope of the roof, landed on the balcony, and without missing a beat, leapt to the next rooftop.
Claggor watched her go, then looked at Crane.
"Before anyone notices?" he muttered. "Look at Jonathan. He's red. No offense."
Jonathan didn't respond. He just stared ahead, unreadable.
"We—" Vi started to say, but—
"We brought him because he's cool," Mylo said, cutting in as he dropped onto the balcony and jumped across after Vi. "Now come on!"
Claggor came next. He slid down onto the balcony, spotted a stray cupcake's sitting on the ledge, grabbed one, and stuffed it into his mouth before jumping across.
As he landed, he finished chewing. "Couldn't we have just walked there?"
Vi glanced back at him. "Gotta stay out of sight for this one."
She looked up at the other rooftop—Powder and Jonathan were still there.
Powder stood near the edge, peering down at the gap between rooftops. She was breathing fast, clearly nervous.
Mylo crossed his arms. "Called it." He turned to Vi. "This is on you."
Then he looked up and shouted, "Jonathan, I said you were cool! Don't embarrass me now!"
Powder looked at Jonathan, wide-eyed. "You scared too?"
Jonathan blinked. "What?" He shook his head. "No. I just want to show off."
He stepped up to the edge confidently. "I am cool. Just wait for it."
Vi focused on Powder. "Hey. Powder—look at me. What did I tell you?"
Powder nodded slowly. "That… I'm ready."
"That's right," Vi said. "So?"
Powder sucked in a deep breath, nodded, then slid down onto the balcony. "Phew!" she said, catching herself.
Then she jumped across to the rooftop.
"Whoa—!" she gasped, slipping backward after landing—
Vi reached out and grabbed her by the arm, steadying her before she could fall.
Powder clung to her for a second, then let out a relieved laugh. "Thanks."
Mylo scoffed dramatically.
"Ahem!" Jonathan cleared his throat. "Now allow me to demonstrate how cool I am—and how lucky you all are to have me."
Everyone turned to look at him.
Jonathan grinned, soaking in the attention.
Mylo muttered under his breath, "Please don't embarrass me…"
Jonathan took a few steps back, then sprinted forward—skipping the balcony entirely—and launched himself across the gap in one clean jump.
He landed in a full superhero pose on the rooftop.
To his knowledge, there was no such thing as a supervillain landing—but if there were, he definitely would've done that instead.
He rose slowly, brushing imaginary dust from his coat. "Now… was that cool? Do you realize how lucky you are to have me?" he said, turning his head with exaggerated drama toward Mylo and Claggor.
Vi chuckled, arms crossed. "Show-off."
Jonathan turned to Claggor. "And for the record, I do have a cloak to cover myself, so don't worry."
He pulled the edges of his coat around him, tucking his tail in and raising the hood. "Now you see me…"
He dropped the hood with a grin. "…Now you don't."
He repeated it again, flipping the hood up and down again like he's entertaining a child.
Powder giggled. "You're such a weirdo."
Jonathan smiled.
"There's a weirdo in all of us."
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Now leaning back as they moved along the rooftop, the group approached another balcony.
"What if Vander finds out we're all the way up here?" Claggor asked, glancing around anxiously.
Vi didn't even hesitate.
"Look around you," she said, gesturing at the glimmering skyline of Piltover. "You think anyone topside's going hungry?"
"Besides," she added, "this is exactly the kind of job Vander would've pulled when he was our age."
She turned to face them, eyes steady.
"I'm going. Are you with me or not?"
Jonathan nodded without pause.
"Hopefully always… though I dread the days I'm not."
Vi shook her head, but there was a smile tugging at her lips.
"Vander's gonna kill us," Claggor muttered.
"Yeah—only if we screw up," Vi replied. "So don't screw up."
And with that, she dropped down onto the balcony below.
She leaned forward, peeking through the glass door and side window. After a beat, she said, "All clear."
Jonathan dropped down next, landing with a quiet thud. Mylo followed, grumbling as he walked up to the door and tried the handle.
"It's locked," he muttered, then groaned louder. "Who locks their balcony?"
Dropping to one knee, he pulled out a lockpick and started working.
Above, Claggor helped lower Powder onto the balcony railing. Vi and Jonathan stepped forward, each grabbing one of her arms to steady her before pulling her safely down.
"I think they lock their balcony because of people like us," Jonathan said dryly as Claggor jumped down behind him.
Claggor glanced over the edge. "There's tons of enforcers down there."
Vi smirked. "Means we're in the right place."
She turned to Mylo. "You gonna get that door open anytime soon?"
"Working on it," Mylo grunted, carefully turning the pick. "Seeing as I'm the only one here who knows how to pick locks."
"I also know how to pick locks—" Jonathan started.
Vi cut him off with a swift kick.
WHAM!
The door burst open.
Vi walked in first, with Claggor and Powder close behind. Mylo and Jonathan stood still for a beat, staring at the now-swinging door.
Jonathan looked at Mylo, then gave a smug shrug.
"…Seems Vi does too."
Mylo and Jonathan stepped inside the room with the others.
All of them paused, glancing around at the cluttered space—papers, books, scattered tools, and half-finished inventions littered every surface.
Mylo ran his hand along a table. "You know, Claggor—for once, you're right. We are definitely not supposed to be here."
He looked down, rubbed his hands together, then started scooping up anything that looked remotely valuable and dropping it into a bag.
The rest followed suit, moving around the room and picking up tools, trinkets, and stray components.
"Must be an inventor," Vi said, studying a chalkboard filled with equations.
"Mmm," Powder hummed as she wandered, eyes scanning the room.
Jonathan looked around silently, thoughts ticking behind his eyes.
Sorry, Jayce… but this time, more than just your soap's getting taken.
He wandered into the next room. Powder followed.
"You ever steal anything like this before?" she asked.
Jonathan shook his head. "Not from a place that looks this valuable."
Powder's eyes swept the room—until they landed on something.
"Woo-hoo!" she gasped, pointing. "Sandwiches!"
Jonathan blinked, tilting his head. "Three?"
Powder ran up and grabbed one, biting into it with a delighted smile. She turned back, grabbed another, and held it out to him.
Jonathan grinned and took it. "I can't turn down free food."
He bit in. Powder smiled wider, then turned her attention to the desk beneath the sandwiches. Something glinted beneath the blueprints.
She brushed the papers aside—revealing a sealed chest.
Grunting, she tried to lift it—but it wouldn't budge.
"Just let me do it," Jonathan said, stepping up beside her. He placed a hand on the side of the chest and pressed a small button.
With a soft click-hiss, the chest began to open.
A glow spilled out, bathing their faces in shimmering blue light.
Powder's eyes went wide. "Whoa…"
Inside: glowing, blue crystals.
She picked one up gently, holding it to her eye, marveling at the shimmer.
Behind her, Jonathan just smiled to himself.
The beginning of the end, Jonathan thought.
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Footsteps echoed near the door.
Vi's head snapped up. "Mylo!" she hissed.
Mylo jolted, grabbed a chair, and quickly wedged it under the door handle.
Vi spun on her heel and ran to the other room.
"Powder, Jonathan—we gotta go," she whispered urgently.
From the other side of the door:
"Hello? Is someone in there?" a muffled voice called out.
Powder stuffed all the crystals into her pouch, slinging it over her shoulder. Jonathan was already moving when one crystalslipped from her hand, hit the floor—
clink… clink… clink—and rolled away.
"Come on!" Mylo called from the balcony. "We gotta move!"
Vi scooped up the bag and ran to them. "We'll be fine. Just get back to the roof!"
BOOM!
The crystal exploded in the other room, blasting the group off their feet and slamming them into the balcony railing.
Vi stood first.
Behind her, the far end of the balcony cracked—veins of blue energy spiderwebbing through the stone.
The weakened ledge collapsed.
Crash!
Below, enforcers shouted and scrambled.
"Look out!" one of them yelled, dodging falling debris.
Vi looked down—straight into the eyes of an enforcer staring back up at her.
"Shit."
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Sirens screamed from the tops of buildings.
The gang sprinted through the streets, boots slamming against the stone.
"Stop right there!" an enforcer yelled, hurling a baton-like device.
Clang! It hit a pole and sparked violently.
"Faster!" Vi shouted.
"We could go faster," Jonathan said casually, "but how about they go slower?"
Even as he spoke, Jonathan wasn't straining. He could've outrun all of them if he wanted—he was just matching their pace.
They reached a bridge.
"Jump it!" Vi ordered.
The drawbridge had started to rise. They bolted across, leapt the gap—and kept running.
"This way!" Vi yelled, veering hard around a corner.
The group followed, turning into a narrow alleyway.
Vi slammed into a pipe along the wall, twisting it.
Hisssss!
A blast of steam erupted behind them, forming a thick white wall.
The enforcers turned the corner just as the fog billowed out—losing sight of them instantly.
The gang disappeared.
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Vi yanked open a rusted pipe jutting from the alley floor.
"Oh man, not again," Mylo groaned, peering into the chute. "I just got this shirt—"
Vi shoved him in with one swift kick.
"AUGH—!" Clang, clang, thud!
He tumbled through the pipe, landing in a pile of trash with a miserable grunt.
Claggor dropped in right behind him, crashing into Mylo and sending both of them rolling further down the heap.
Powder slid down next—squealing the whole way—Vi following close behind.
They all landed in a messy pile of garbage bags and busted crates.
"I thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this," Mylo grumbled, pulling a banana peel off his face.
"Well this time is the last time," Vi said, brushing off her pants.
Claggor turned, arms wide. "Guys—what was that?! What the hell happened back there?"
All eyes turned to Powder.
She froze, then shrugged. "I don't know! I didn't do anything—"
"Wait," Vi cut her off, scanning the room. "Where's Jonathan?"
Everyone paused.
They looked around.
Silence.
"…Guys?" Powder asked, voice small.
Claggor frowned. "Did he not follow us?"
Vi stepped back toward the pipe and stared up into it.
"…He was right behind me," she muttered.
From the shadows—nothing.
No sound.
Mylo rubbed his face. "Ughhh. Don't tell me he actually tried to be cool again and got caught."
Powder's smile faded.
"Jonathan…" she whispered.
Vi took a breath—steady, sharp. "Maybe he just got lost," she said quickly, trying to sound certain. "Let's just get back to the Last Drop. He'll be there. I'm sure of it."
Her voice was firmer than her expression.
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"Where the hell am I?" Jonathan muttered, glancing around the unfamiliar alley. His coat dragged slightly through the muck, but he didn't seem to mind.
He rubbed the side of his head and started walking.
"…Doesn't matter. They'll head for the docks. Or somewhere close enough."
He stepped onto a rusted dumpster, vaulted to a ledge, and began climbing a narrow wall between two buildings.
A few quick grips later, he pulled himself up and stood on a rooftop.
"I'll just meet them there."
With zero hesitation, he broke into a sprint.
Rooftop to rooftop—vaulting, leaping, landing with eerie precision. He didn't slow once.
"They should be fighting about now," he muttered between jumps.
He landed hard on a sloped roof, skidding slightly before finding balance.
"Parkour."
Another jump—this time wider, riskier. His coat snapped behind him like a cape.
"Parkour."
Another.
"Parkour!"
He didn't need to say it. But he did. Every time. Because he liked it.
The only thing that bothered him—the one crack in his otherwise flawless vibe—was a thought:
Why did Jayce have three sandwiches?
Jonathan frowned mid-stride. That thought lingered, but another quickly followed.
What's happening at Singed's lab? Haven't been there since he got that damn black cat.
He shook his head. I've slept in a cell and passed out at the Last Drop on my way out. That was humiliating.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. That's the reason I'm with them today. Because I never left yesterday.
Finally, he made it to the last building by the docks.
He took a deep breath, then muttered to himself, "Alright, where are you guys?"
Jonathan sat at the edge of the roof, letting his legs dangle over the side as he looked down at the street below.
"Hm. Interesting." His eyes followed the movement below, narrowing.
He spotted Powder, throwing the bag they'd filled with stolen goods into the water.
To distract the boy chasing her.
The boy reached for the bag, but as he grabbed for it, the bag slipped through his fingers and fell into the water with a soft splash.
Powder took advantage of the moment, slipping away, running back to Vi.
The boy watched helplessly as the bag sank into the murky water, before looking up again.
He realized—Powder was gone.
The boy looked around frantically, whipping his head from side to side.
Then—
"Look up, dipshit," a voice called down.
He barely had time to blink before Jonathan crashed onto him from above, knocking him out cold with a heavy thud.
Jonathan stood over the unconscious body, rolled his shoulders, and started stretching like he'd just finished a warm-up.
"I've got this," he muttered.
Then, without ceremony, he shrugged off his coat.
Beneath it, his form had already begun shifting—skin taking on a smooth, scalier sheen, fingers webbing slightly, eyes narrowing.
Aquatic. Efficient. Built for the dive.
He turned toward the edge of the dock, gave one sharp exhale, then leapt into the ocean.
The water swallowed him whole.
And he swam—fast, smooth, unbothered—cutting through the depths as he chased the sinking bag.
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"You did what!?" Mylo snapped.
"I'm sorry," Powder said, backing up. "I tried to fight him off with Mouser, but… she didn't work."
Mylo threw his hands up and took a step back. "Who saw that coming?" he muttered, raising his hand.
"We never should've gone over there," Claggor said, leaning against the wall.
"It doesn't matter. The stuff's gone," Vi said as she walked up to Powder.
"Yeah, and so is Jonathan!" Mylo snapped.
Vi placed her hands on Powder's shoulders and met her eyes. "It's all right, Powder. At least you're okay."
Then she turned and headed into an abandoned building.
"Okay?" Mylo repeated, following. "What about us? I got my face bashed in, and god knows what happened to Jonathan—and she just gets a pass?"
"Yup," Vi said flatly, pulling the elevator lever as everyone piled in.
"Every time. Every time she comes, something goes wrong," Mylo muttered, stepping close to Powder's face.
"She jinxes every job."
Powder's eyes narrowed, hurt flashing across her face.
"Just drop it, Mylo," Vi said, not looking back.
The elevator rattled to a stop.
The Undercity unfolded before them.
Vi pulled up her hood. No one said another word as they stepped off.
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"I've got it!" Jonathan shouted, tossing the soaked bag onto the dock with a thump as he hauled himself up after it.
He climbed over the edge, dripping wet but triumphant.
Looking down at the unconscious boy on the ground, he kicked him lightly in the head.
"Alright. Now I'm better."
With a stretch and a twist of his shoulders, Jonathan's form began to shift again—his skin flushing red, bones cracking softly into place.
In moments, he was back to his usual self.
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It's finally starting
I just hope I don't forget something important.
Don't worry I am watching the episodes