"That's supposed to be Bushwacker?" Yuri Watanbe asked a police officer.

"The gun arms aren't enough proof?"

"Saves us the trouble of trying to get a DNA match. We've got dental records at best." Yuri said before looking at a nearby table. "Wait, this is Palumbo's house. Is-"

"He and his wife are fine. Apparently neither of them came home."

"Who called this in?"

"Some wack job speaking in riddles. Called himself the Ghost of Hallow Eve's past. Sounded like a jackass. Neighbors say they saw a guy in all black walk out after gunshots and screams came from inside. Apparently he had a bird with him. What do you think? Robbery gone wrong? They both hit the house the same time and this guy took out Bushwacker?"

"No. You don't just 'take out' Bushwacker. He had to have known he was going up against him. He knew Bushwacker would be here. But the question is how did he know?" Yuri said staring at the body. "Someone get Palumbo on the line. I wanna know how he knew not to go home tonight. And get this piece of trash to forensics. This is most likely a revenge fantasy turned reality. The son of a bitch has had it coming for a long time. My first murder case involved him, actually. A nice couple around a year ago. The girlfriend described him, Jigsaw, and The Clown to me."

"What's he doing here and not living a glamorous life on Ryker's Island then?"

"We didn't have any evidence besides the girlfriend naming them to me on the ambulance ride to her death bed. She didn't even name Bushwacker, she only said 'Robot Arms'. She also kept saying something about Kingpin."

"The Kingpin of New York? You and I both know the guy's an urban legend. No one guy can control all the crime in this city."

"All I know is if this guy butchered Bushwacker like this and just walked away then our Ghost of Hallow's Eve is going to be hard to kill, let alone arrest."

. . .

"I don't remember giving Mr. Burbank permission to die." Wilson Fisk told some of his men. "Nor do I remember giving his assassin the okay to take his life."

"Was killed by someone going by the name of Death's Crow according to a friend of ours. Burned down his shop as well. Seems like a widower. Apparently stole a couple of wedding rings from him before he burned the shop down." Hammerhead alerted Kingpin. "He also said that 'they' have until Halloween before he comes for the rest of them, whoever they are. Although it may be all talk, it sounds like he'll be coming for you, sir."

"Better men have tried." Kingpin waved off. "I'm a refined business man. Crows, Spiders, these are nothing more than mere animals. That being said I want this pest taken care of swiftly. I have enough on my plate as it is since the arachnid broke into my home, destroyed my technology, my property, and dared to attack my Vanessa. Is our friend still downstairs?"

"We sent him away. He was flustered since his shop isn't our top priority in currently protecting or rebuilding. Said some things not worth repeating about you, sir."

"Locate him and ask what this Crow looked like. Use the description and let the underworld know there's a bounty on the bird's head. The same as the one on the heads of the cat burglar and Spider-Man. And also inform Mister..."

"Gideon."

"Inform Mister Gideon about how it's impolite to talk about people behind their backs."

. . .

"This guy was a total fucking nutcase I'm telling ya! A fucking sicko!" Gideon exclaimed to all the patrons of The Bar With No Name. Everyone laughed despite his horrifying retelling of how his pawn shop was burned down the night before. Someone slapped him on the arm, right onto pink, burned skin. "Watch it mutha fucka!"

"Relax, Gideon! The big bad monster isn't gonna hurt you here." One of the criminals said.

"Christ, Gideon, you act like you've never been shook by a vigilante before."

"Nah this guy is different!"

"They're all different from each other you blow hard!"

"At least you're still alive! Last time a vigilante visited a pawn shop it was The Punisher shooting a hole through the guy's head."

"Tell me, though, if this guy is so big and bad why did you come to us and not the suck asses in The Pit that you've ironically been sucking up to?"

"I already told 'em and they kicked me out! Fuckin' jag offs! They got the message, though! So that Crow psychopath better not come back for me! I did what he told me to!" Gideon said. Suddenly the bar was silent.

"...G-Giddy. D-did you just say Crow?"

"Yeah, the fucking animal that burned down my place! He said to tell them The Crow was callin'. Must be his little cute catchphrase!... What the fuck are you all lookin' at me for?" Gideon asked. Suddenly the entrance to the bar swung open. The scum and villainy of the establishment all looked as Mr. Knight walked in and took a seat at the bar, right next to Gideon. Gideon was petrified, as he missed the basket case's first appearance in the bar. He had no idea Moon Knight knew where the bar was nor what he was after. But the rest of the bar knew.

"A lot happened last night, gentlemen. The Bushwacker is dead. Tully the Butcher is crippled. An establishment burned down." Mr. Knight said, looking at the shaking Gideon out the corner of his eye. "A lot of interesting stories. But has anyone heard any stories that they'd like to share?" The patrons all looked to Gideon. Mr. Knight stood up and loomed over Gideon. "Tell me what you know about The Crow." He ordered Gideon. Gideon screamed "SHIIIIIIIT!" before running out of the bar. Mr. Knight didn't chase him, however. As soon as Gideon ran out, he ran into a portal sending him to a hellish landscape. Limbo. He was free falling through the fiery pits before falling out of another portal, this time landing in a dumpster just outside of the bar.

"Was that really necessary?" Tigra asked Magik.

"I did not know what sort of freak would crawl out of that bar. What if it was Ronan the Accuser?" Magik responded.

"You mean the alien that's been dead for years that we never even saw?"

"He invaded Earth."

"His servants invaded earth. The guy never even made it here because of The Guardians. What would he even be doing hanging out in this bar!?"

"Hey guys? How about we get back to bickering about pointless things after we check to make sure this guy is still alive?" Nico asked peering into the trash. "Yo, dude! You okay?"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?"

"He's fine." Nico said before Mr. Knight came out of the bar. He approached the trash and picked up Gideon before throwing him to the ground.

"What did The Crow want from you?" Mr. Knight asked Gideon. Gideon was murmuring and shuddering, unable to understand any of the horrors he saw in the last 24 hours. "Still crying about Limbo? Do you want to go back?"

"NO!"

"Then what did The Crow want from you?"

"THE PAINTED UP GREASEHEAD CAME IN LOOKING FOR A RING! A WEDDING RING! THEN HE ASKED ME WHERE HE COULD FIND THE CLOWN! SAID SOMETHIN' ABOUT KILLING BUSHWACKER! ALMOST BURNED ME ALIVE THE CRAZY BASTARD!"

"Hold up, is there really a bad guy just named The Clown?" Nico questioned.

"What is 'Bushwacker'?" Magik asked, her Russian accent especially thick with the statement.

"Did he take anything else of note?"

"YEAH A BUNCH OF MT FRICKIN GUNS! READ A POLICE REPORT YOU FUCKIN-" Mr. Knight stepped on Gideon's burned hand, interrupting his sentence.

"Anything of note. Like the wedding ring."

"He took some fuckin' guitar! Black! Had white tear drops painted on it!" Gideon confessed. Mr. Knight looked at Tigra.

"What did you find about murdered musicians? Possibly in a couple?"

"There was a story about a guy and a girl killed in their apartment like a year ago. The guy was thrown out the window after being shot in the head. The police 'never found' the killers but the girl was supposed to testify against Kingpin in court and out him to the public. She was apparently this indie rockstar in this band The Dramatics." Tigra explained.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait! The Dramatics? Are you talking about Kirsty Anderson? The Shadow's Smile?" Nico asked.

"Of course you'd know." Magik said half impressed, half rolling her eyes that this would be a new band for her to have to listen to Nico never stop babbling about.

"Is that how you say it? I thought they just spelled Kristy wrong." Tigra said.

"Dude! The Dramatics were so fucking awesome! I have both of their albums on vinyl and CD and I bought them on my phone! Wait, did The Crow have on clown makeup? Black and white?"

"Yeah yeah! Can you fucks let me go already!? Jeezus Christ!" Gideon said. Mr. Knight threw him down the street away from the rest of them.

"Get out of my sight." He told Gideon. Gideon hobbled away as quickly as he could.

"You're just letting him go?" Tigra asked.

"He was questioned by the police last night. If they had anything to prove how much of a scumbag he is he'd be behind bars right now." Mr. Knight explained. "According to the rats inside, The Crow is going after The Clown tonight and he's going to look for him in The Raft. We'll meet him there."

"Meet or kill?" Magik asked.

"We can't kill him."

"Why do you keep saying him when it could be Kirsty Anderson?" Nico asked.

"All reports talk about a six foot man walking around with a bird following him. You should be happy. Any attachment to The Crow might blind your judgment if we get the worst possible outcome." Mr. Knight explained to Nico. "You have some sort of evil containment spell in that Staff of One of yours?"

"Yeah I don't think I've used all the synonyms for 'begone' yet." Nico shrugged.

"Let's keep it that way. But first, Magik I want you to get Reyes. We're gonna go to the circus." Mr. Knight said.

"The circus?" Magik repeated.

"Yeah. We're going to go get a couple of clowns."