Throw your voice to turn them against each other

Perhaps coming into this as aggressively as you did was a bad idea. But you can't afford to be arrogant now - you have to put a stop to this before these meatheads get any ideas. A couple of them were from the opposite gang, the red-shirts (you're sure they wouldn't like being called that, but they sure went down easily enough), are part of the trio holding you back. They'd been fighting before you showed up. Granted, criminals tended to display a certain degree of solidarity when capes were involved, but these guys were drunk, stupid, and belligerent. You suspected that you could break them into manageable halves.

You keep your cool and give a huff to the bastards as they keep you pinned to the floor. "Well. After letting me get worn down laying out all of your friends you managed to take me five on one. Congratulations guys, really." you say sarcastically.

That just excites the gold-chain bedecked leader. He flashes a wide grin and bends down right next to your face, trying to be intimidating. "Shit, no fooling... a real super-pig coming down to a place like this, and a damn fine fe-male at that."

His fellow yellow-jacket-wearing companion, the thin and relatively weak guy with a stupid laugh who was holding your left arm, guffawed. "Man... Did you fools see all that ninja shit she was doin'? That bitch has a mean kick. F-Stack, B-man and Cola ate it pretty hard when they tried to get her. What the fuck was that name she said? Nightie-wear? Say, man - what are we going to do now? Maybe..." he grins cruelly, "Maybe leave her tied up somewhere, see how 'kindly' the citizens she's all about protecting are?"

"Who the fuck is 'we', asshole?" A burly, bearded, heavyset guy holding your right arm and wearing red glares back at him. "I saw what happened, all my boys went first and got their faces all busted, and you were just standing back and watching until you could sneak up on the mask." He folds his arms, looking much less titillated than the others. "I say just take those fancy toys and pawn them, tie her up and leave her before more masks show up. And since it was your crew who started it, I think me and Little Donnie here are going to take it for ourselves."

The thugs don't know it but they're already falling prey to your powers. With subtle motions of your mouth, you are projecting subsonic vibrations at them, affecting their emotional state and driving them towards suspicion, paranoia, and frustration. Unfortunately, in at least one case, that backfires...

The one who'd been holding your legs, a buzzcut, flinty eyed young man of indeterminate ethnicity, gave the others a creepy smile. "Are you guys for real? C'mon, we can't pass up this opportunity. Forget the utility belt, I wanna see what's under it..."

Well, it's now or never. You've riled the two groups up against one another, but you need at least one of them to let you go. The two in red seem to have very bad intentions, so you turn to 'stupid laugh', the punk holding your left arm. You speak, your voice enhanced with infrasound to make you seem more persuasive and seductive... and controlling the volume so only he could hear it. "I can see why you didn't think these idiots belonged in your club, Mr. 'Ninja', hm hmm~ I think I've found the source of the disturbance. So why don't you let go of my arm, and I'll take care of them like you and your, ah, youth club were going to do anyways, and maybe, just maybe, I'll owe you a favor afterwards?" You seal the deal with a seductive wink.

It takes him about half a second to decide, as he suddenly lets go of his grip on your forearm and elbow. The other punks hear the crack of your knuckles tightening - you make sure they do. "What the fuck are you-" the bearded one starts to ask before a fist slams into the side of his face. You suddenly curl forward, sitting up with great speed and grabbing the head of 'Donnie' with both of your now-free hands.

"Oh noaaaaUUUGHHH!" The yellow-clad thugs watch, impressed, as you send the weaselly guy who'd been grabbing your legs flying into the bar. He was going to need a neck brace for that one, you decided with a smirk.

Gold-necklace guy looked over at his friend with a piercing, enraged glare, then looked to you. He clearly wanted to reprimand Stupid Laugh, but didn't dare do so aloud, with you standing unencumbered. "Don't you know... birds HATE things being stolen from their nest." You say smoothly, holding out your hand expectantly, for him to give the batons back.

He seems to be weighing his options. Sure, he has the weapons now and not you... but you still think you've got the advantage. He glances over his shoulder. "Owner of this club really doesn't like masks coming around, pig. Better get your sweet ass out of here 'fore he shows up." he says, not moving to return your weapons.