Hydro-Man

The sound of groaning metal echoes through the jewelry store as a high-pressure jet of water blasts the heavy steel grate off the wall. Within seconds, the liquid swirls and rises from the floor, thickening and darkening until the rugged form of Morris Bench solidifies in front of the display cases.

Heh, they always think a few deadbolts and a security camera are gonna keep me out. They never account for the plumbing! He shakes his head, droplets of water flying off his sandy-blonde hair and splashing against the glass.

He turns his gaze toward you, his blue eyes narrowing as his right arm remains a swirling, translucent whirlpool. You look like you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, pal. Or maybe you're here to help me carry some of this ice? Make up your mind quick—before I decide to wash you out into the gutter with the rest of the trash.