"...Oh, shit."

After Y/N said those words, Kenny and Karen just stared at him. Neither of them believing that he was the Angel of Night. They all stared at each other in complete silence, which lasted a few moments, before Kenny spoke up, saying the first thing that came into his mind, "Everytime, when you said that you were too busy to hang out with us at the nights, you were lying. You were just going on the night patrols."

"Yes." Y/N confirmed with a nod.

"Tell us, Y/N. Are you blind at all? Or are you just pretending, just like Cartman said to annoy you on your first day at school." Kenny demaded to know, feeling angry and confused at the same time. Was Y/N pretending to be blind for this whole time? If he was, then where did he learn to fight like that? How was he even able to fight the way he did? He was blind!

"Yes, I am, but it's very complicated." Y/N said, honestly, feeling nervous. He had not prepared himself to have this kind of talk with anyone.

"Complicated? My blind friend just turned out to be the vigilante that's been protecting city from criminals for the last two months, now!" Kenny pointed out, as he crossed his arms.

"Maybe we should call someone." Karen said.

"Don't call anyone. I can explain." Y/N said, with his right hand raised in the air.

"Then enlighten us." Kenny said.

"It's a long story." Y/N informed them.

"We have plenty of time." Kenny said.

Y/N took a breath, before he started to explain, "As you know, I lost my sight after some toxics got into my eyes. It wasn't the only change that they did to my body. My other senses became more sensetive. I can hear things that a normal person wouldn't do..."

"Wait a minute? Are you telling us that you can hear our heartbeats at this moment?" Karen interrupted him, feeling a bit creeped out by the last part.

"Yes. Your heartbeats have gotten quicker after I told you about that." Y/N said, confirming his words, which made Karen to feel creeped out a bit more.

"... Okay." Kenny said, feeling creeped out by it as much as his sister was.

"I know. It's creepy as hell." Y/N said with a nod, before he went to telling his story, "After the accident. I started hearing things that a normal person wouldn't do and it was a horror to me. You have no idea by how creeped out I was when I discovered it. When I wasn't learning how to read or write again, or spending time with my friends, I just laid on my bed and tried my best to make it stop, but it didn't. It finally changed when an old blind man from the neighbourhood named Will came into the picture."

"Will?" Kenny asked.

"Yes. He's the guy that taught me how to control my senses. He's also the one that taught me how to fight." Y/N replied.

"Wait? So you're telling that blind old man taught you how to fight like that?" Kenny asked,

"Yes." Y/N confirmed with a nod.

"Is there a cult of blind people that can fight like that, or something like that?" Kenny asked another question, feeling really confused by it.

"I don't know. I didn't had a chance to ask. One week before I moved back here, he disappeared." Y/N answered.

"He sounds like a great guy if he really spent so many hours with you in order ot help you." Karen stated.

"He sounds like one, but in reality he was an asshole. For example, he made me swim in a frozen lake, but it doesn't change the fact that I care about this old bastard and I wonder where he went." Y/N said.

"Hey, Y/N. I've been wondering. What made you do what are you doing, now? I'm certain that something made you do it." Karen asked.

"As I said, my hearing sense is more sensetive. I heard a lot of things happening in my town, and I didn't liked it, but I kept it to myself, but then I heard a crying, in the house nearby. A little girl, her parents were beating her. It was mostly during the fights that they had with each other." Y/N explained.

"Jesus, Y/N." Karen and Kenny said at the same time. They knew how it is to have parents fighting at home. Fortunely for them, those days were long gone in their house.

"One night, when I had enough of it. I called the police, but they did nothing, so I took the matter into my own hands. I made sure that they're not going to touch her ever again, and I'm certain that the father is still having all of his meals through a straw." Y/N explained.

"How much did you beat them up?" Karen asked.

"The last part of my explanation should answer this question, Karen." Y/N replied, as he looked down at his wounds, "Can you stitch me up?"

"Sure. That's why we let you in in the first place." Karen answered.

"Back when we didn't know who the Angel of Night was." Kenny added as Karen pulled out a white material and a disinfectant.

"This is gonna hurt." Karen said, pouring the disinfectant on the material.

"I know." Y/N replied, as Karen touched his wound with it. He gritted his teeth in pain, as Karen cleaned up his wound, before moving to another one, and another one. When she was done with it, she picked up a needle, "It is clean?"

"It is. How did you get hurt?" Karen asked, as she began stitching Y/N's wounds up. Kenny seemed interested in it as well.

"Trent Boyett. When Kyle and Bebe were on the date, he came across both of them. I happened to nearby so, I took care of him, and made sure that he's not going to go after Kyle, or us again." Y/N replied.

"You happened to be nearby?" Kenny asked, not believing this part.

"Okay, I may have stayed close to them for their whole date because I wanted to make sure that no harm would be done to him. I feel like a creepy stalker doing this, but things I do for friends." Y/N replied.

"That's why you mentined the Angel of Night when he told us about his plans with Bebe and that he may guard him during his date." Kenny pointed out.

"Yeah." Y/N confirmed with a nod.

"What about Trent? Will he listen to you and leave us alone." Kenny asked, hoping that it worked.

"We'll see." Y/N said with a shrug of his shoulder, "But if he doesn't I'll make sure that he will."

"What are you going to do if he decides to try again?" Kenny asked.

"You'll see." Y/N answered.

"Where are you getting all this shit?" Kenny asked, gesturing towards Y/N's suit.

"Internet." Y/N replied quickly.

"Internet? I thought that people like you have someone make it for them on the special order." Kenny stated.

"This is not a movie, or a comic-book, Ken." Y/N  pointed out, "Remember when David phoned me a day after I stopped the robbery?"

"Yeah." Kenny answered.

''He was the one that helped me buy it." Y/N explained.

"So, he knows?" Karen stated the obvious, as she finished stitching Y/N's first wound, then she moved to the second one.

"Yeah. He, and you two are the only persons that know it." Y/N replied.

"Do you trust him with this?" Kenny asked.

"I do. But I don't know how to feel about you knowing my secret." Y/N replied.

"Says the blind guy who's been beating people on the streets for the last two months." Kenny stated, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Hey, Y/N." Karen said, as she moved to the last wound.

"Yes, Karen?" Y/N asked.

"If you can hear when someone wants to attack you, then how did you get hurt?" Karen wanted to know.

"I don't really know. I didn't had a chance to avoid his throws. It was the first time I had problem with avoiding an attack in a while." Y/N replied.

"Will it happen again?" Karen asked.

"No. I don't think so, because I'm going to be more careful if I'll come something like that again." Y/N replied.

"And do you think that it'll happen again?" Karen asked another question.

"I don't know." Y/N replied, then asked, "Karen. How do you know how to do it?"

"I had some time to learn. I had to stich up Kevin after he got himself hurt in a fight." Karen replied.

"So, you were his personal medic?" Y/N asked.

"You can say that, but I wouldn't be able to do it if wasn't for Kenny." Karen said.

"You have no idea how happy you were that our parents in their job, and Kevin left to the army." Kenny stated.

"I know that, Kenny. I know that I ran out of the luck for the next few years." Y/N assured his friend.

"More than a few years." Kenny stated.

"You're probably right." Y/N  agreed with him.

"This moment here, feels just like the old times when you were staying here, or we were staying in your house. You two would talk for most of the time, and I'd just sit, listen and sometimes say someting." Karen stated.

"There's a few changes to it, unfortunely." Y/N said, "One of them is that I'm not able to see anything."

"And that you're stitching his wound, sis." Kenny added his part.

"And I'm able to hear your heartbeats." Y/N added another part.

"And we're not as poor as we used to be." Kenny added another part.

"Alright I get it." Karen shushed them both, as she finished stitching him up, "And we're done."

"Thanks, Karen. And you too, Kenny." Y/N said as he stood up from the ground, and picked up his upper clothes. He put them on himself, before picking up his mask, "I should get going on." he said as he covered the upper half of his face with the mask.

"Don't worry, dude. As I said before, your secret is safe with me. I own you that one for not telling anyone that I was Mysterion, before I decided to reveal myself to everyone." Kenny said, as Y/N opened the window.

"Thanks, Ken." Y/N said, as he went through the window.

"And, Nate." Karen said, as Y/N was standing outside.

"Yes, Karen?" Y/N asked.

"If you'll ever get hurt again during your job, just come to see us. We're going fix you up, if you'll be needing that." Karen told Y/N.

"I'll remember about it." Y/N smiled at them with a nod of understanding, before he disappeared in the darkness of the night.

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1 day later

Jack L/N let out a short sigh, as he held his pistol close to himself. This was it. He was finally having a big action, since his arrival in South Park, and he didn't know how to feel about it. It was mostly they got this information from Robinson, and from what he heard from Yates, Mitch was staying quiet since he was captured, but suddenly he decided to tell them where Dexter Axelson, the leader of the Axelson gang was going to be today.

At this moment, he along with officer Barbrady were waiting for the signal from Yates to attack. At first, Barbrady was going to go alone, but Jack volunteered to go with him.

"Just like the old times, right Jack?" He heard Barbrady ask him, as they patiently waited for the signal.

"Yeah." Jack answered, with a smile.

"Jackie. Barbrady are you in position?" Came Yates' voice from Jack's walkie-talkie.

"Yes. We are." Jack replied.

"Then we can start. Do you remember what do to?" Yates asked.

"We do, Yates." Jack answered.

"Then, wait for the signal. You'll hear it in a minute or two." Yates assured them as he hung up.

Jack and Barbrady did as they were told to. They waited for two more minutes before they heard a loud bang which was their signal. They rushed through the entrance to the home with their guns in ready. At first, they saw no none, but after a few moments one of the gangsters leaned out of the cover with intention of shooting them, but unfortunely for him, but fortunely for Jack and Barbrady he was quickly shot down by both of them.

As the gangster laid on the floor, with a few holes in his body, the two officer proceeded to make their way through the building. The building wasn't a large one, so it didn't took them that long to come across the rest of the crew. The cops were split up all around the house, some of them were putting the gangsters in handcuffs.

"Jack! C'mere!" They heard Yates call Jack from the second floor. The both of them quickly made their way to the room and the first thing they saw there was Murphy, who held a man against the wall. Jack and Barbrady assumed that this man must've been Axelson.

After a moment, Murphy let go off the man, who fell on his knees, gasping for a breath, ""Show us your chest." he ordered the man who just glared at them all.

"Do it, now. We don't have all day." Yates added, but the man did nothing.

"Oh, for the love of..." Jack growled as he grabbed the man by his chest and pulled his shirt off, revealing the tattoo of an X, which told them who this person was.

"Gentlemen. We've got him." Dawson smiled at his fellow officers, who smiled back at him.

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South Park Penitentiary was a mixed level security prison on the outskirts of the city, usually used to contain the smaller criminals who earned only a few months in prison, but occasionally accepted some of the more serious lawbreakers. One such prisoner was a man simply named Mitch Robinson, who was currently enjoying a warm meal away from the common criminals who were eating their food elsewhere in the prison.

Then, there a knock on the doors, "Enter." he called to the person.

The reinforced door opened, as a prison guard lead a man in a black suit, and a briefcase in his right hand, "Mr Grimes wants to see you, sir."

As Mitch nodded his head to that, making the guard leaave the town, leaving the crimelord alone with his attorney, "I bring news sir."

"Tell me." Mitch demanded to know.

"The appeal operation is going smoothly as planned. Our contact appears to be reliable, for now at least." Grimes informed his client.

"'News' implies fresh information, Grimes." Mitch interrupted him, a harsh tone to his voice. "What else is there?"

"There have been some..." Grimes struggled to find his words, He didn't want to piss off his client, because it wasn't a good thing, "There's been some complications with Ms. Lisa's return. I'm only the messenger, I'll remind you, so I only know so much, but it appears the Federal Government are looking to charge her as an accomplice or an accessory. If they can locate her over in Rom- Europe, or she enters US territory, she would most likely face prosecution, ultimately ending in prison.''

"I see." Mitch said, looking down at his food, "Leave me."

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"Congratulations, everybody! The work this team has done today is incredible!"

Harrison Yates was feeling really great. After a successful hunt for the infamous Axelson gang, they could finally pinpoint their specific location. The mission was successful; they broke into their major hideout, arrested them all, and sent them straight to jail. All thanks to him and his team. And their source of information, of course.

Mitch Robinson.

Who would've thought that the seemingly heartless crimelord would finally open up, and give them the Intel that saved lots of people? It wasn't a regular occurrence, to say the least.

"Your first big action after you returned to this town, and it's sucessful? How do you feel, buddy?" Yates asked Jack, wrapping his hand around his fellow officer shoulder.

"It was good, I guess." Jack stated.

"I guess? Are you serious about it, Jackie?" Dawson asked, joining the conversation.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that Richards and his men found themselves behind the bars, but I'm feeling a bit skeptical was this thing with Robinson." Jack explained.

"You and me both, Jackie." Murphy agreed, taking a puff of his cigarette.

"You too, Murphy?" Dawson asked.

"Murphy, I know that you and Robinson share the same name but it's not a good reason to feel skeptical about it." Dawson stated.

"It just feels weird to me. If what you were saying to me is truth, one day he just changed his mind and told you about the location of Richards' and his men." Jack stated, as Murphy nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry about it. We're having a good thing, here, guys." Yates said to Jack and Murphy, "This guy is going to give us so much information about criminals that were on our asses for a while now."

"You're the boss, here." Murphy said.

"That's right." Yates said, "Now let's go grab something to drink, we have to celebrate this victory."

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Mitch Robinson let out a short sigh as he walked through the doors into the gym of the prison. He could feel the glares of his fellow inmates but he didn't care about it. As long as it would go according to his plans, he didn't care about what the other inmates thought about him. He came up to the bench with barbell and laid down on it. One of the inmates walked up to him, in order to belay him. Mitch held his breath as he lifted the barbell.

He lifted it up three more times, before he heard the inmate say to him, "Snitch." as he drew a shank out of his pocket, and stabbed Mitch in the stomach. Mitch gritted his teeth in pain, as he used all the strenght he had and threw the barbell along with the inmate who just attacked him. He stood up from the bench and walked up to the inmate who was trying to stand up from the floor but he couldn't. The barbell was too heavy for him.

Mitch put his boot on the barbell and the inmate that just attacked him was gasping for a breath. It didn't last long because Mitch stopped what he was doing and picked up a weight for the barbell which was laying nearby. He raised it in the air, right above his head and it looked like he was going to slam it against the inmate's face.

"Please, don't." The inmate pleaded for mercy as Mitch wondered for a few moments what do with him, but decided to spare him. A bell began to rang around them room as he dropped the weight on the floor, right next to the inmates's head, as the buzzer rang all around the room, telling the inmates that the guards were heading towards the room.

He let out a short sigh as he made his way back to the bench and sat down on it, before the entrance to the gym shut open and the guards rushed inside. A small smirk grew on his face as the prison guards were slowly surrouding him. It was something they failed to notice...