"Bring"

"You think that you can just walk in here with your pathetic friends and destroy years of planning? I hardly think that you truly realized who you were dealing with."
The baron stepped slowly among the tues that held the unfortunate heroes captive, each a special deathtrap tailored specificly for each of those within.
"Now what am i going to do with you? Antibody, you've been a thorn for years now. you nearly cost me my entire fortune, and were this close," he held his fingers a mere milimeter apart " to stopping me this time, and I bet you didn't even realize. The mugger you stopped last month..the one that was robbing that old woman on the corner of eighth...yes, if you'd not let him get away, my entire plan would have gone down in ruins."
He stepped in front of the next tube and tapped on it like a fishtank. The body within simply stared at him as it floated helpless in the zero-gravity environment.
"And, you, Mr. Cascade. You think that you can use that power of yours to level my castle, when you know well that I can just crush you with but a thought, turning your own power against you? Yes, I'm sure you do..."
He smiled and walked up to the next tube, a small cylander no more than seven inches in diameter.
"Minisculo, The mini-might. How ridiculous you are, how sad that you honestly think that being small will bring you anything but a swift death beneath the sole of my shoe. You tried to hide from me, but i saw you, i caught you."
He smirked and turned his back on the small creature furiously pounding the glass like a wild animal.
"Oh, do behave..or I'll feed you to Beastette..."
The baron straightened a bit and approached the last capsule, sizing up the figure within. It was staring at him, a cold, unfeeling, unemeotional gaze.
"Come now, don;'t you think that we know each other well enough to dispense with all the angry testosterone of normal heroics? You're at my mercy, and you know me well enough to know I won't let you get out alive. I've slaughtered all the others who've tried to stop me, carefully planned, and waited and plotted...and i knew that you'd come, try and stop me."
He leaned on the glass and smiled.
"I will admit, I'm surprised that you showed up in force. You're not one to work well with others. But, desperation and all i suppose."
The woman inside did not stir, did not move. her emerald eyes staing transfixed on the man standing before her in his fine tailored suit, hair slicked back with what she could only guess was the blood of some innocent that he'd seen fit to murder before they'd invaded his palace.
"Not saying anything? You're usually so talkative. I 'm kind of dissappointed. i was hoping to hear some of your lovely voice before i started the evening's festivities. but, i suppose that your screams as i flay the skin from your lovely body will have to suffice..."