𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 || 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴

SOMETHING ABOUT WINTER BROUGHT COMFORT TO JASON. He never could understand it or explain why. Just the feeling of it felt right for him and allowed him to relax. Perhaps it was because he could have an excuse not to get out of bed in the morning. Or it was just because it called back to the night he lost it all. Remember how the wet snow clung to his knees as he watched the giant kill his father right in front of him.

Something about this weather and that night gave him comfort. Like his father was standing over him, helping him through the sleepless nights. As well as ushering him into this lifestyle that he had made for himself after the Blip. Want to keep the world on track after the five years half the population have missed.

"Fancy seeing you here." The sound of footsteps approaching behind Jason had him looking over his shoulder. Finding none other than Spider-Man, having gotten the decoded message and deciphered it.

But his colleague was only met by the glowing white lenses of his helmet. Both bat ears stood tall on the top of the helmet. It is a sleek red helmet made out of composite metal foam. Along with the rest of his suit made of the same material. Utility belt around his waist with multiple gadgets created by the Precursor. But in the centre of his chest piece sat a large red bat symbol.

"You got the message," Jason said. "Now, we just have to wait for our final man."

"May I ask who that is?" Spider-Man inquired. "Just so I can start coming up with team names."

The men in tights sat down on the edge of the building. It overlooked a shipping yard on the Upper West Side of New York. Boat's have been coming in and out of the place frequently, crates being transported. Jason doesn't know how many nights he's spent just watching. Taking note of every little detail that he could keep in mind. Watching the usual patrol routes taken by the criminals and how many go inside one of the warehouses at a time. All of it was stored in Jason's mind for the moment he decided to strike.

"Daredevil," Jason replied. "Got him to come help since it's close to Hell's Kitchen."

"So, what?" Spider-Man chuckled. "It's his turf or something?"

A laugh came from the Precursor as he shrugged. "I suppose so."

"What even did you call me here for?" Spider-Man asked. "I mean, I get the whole wanting to clean up the streets, but why this place? I've patrolled down here and I've seen nothing."

Jason sighed as he crouched down. "It's because you haven't looked hard enough," he said. "Hammerhead has been trafficking something through these docks. I've been watching for weeks."

"It's guns and drugs."

Both vigilantes turned to see their third that approach them. "Couple group's in Hell's Kitchen has confirmed it," Daredevil explained. "He's reaching out across New York. It's growing each day."

"Why am I the only one who hasn't heard about this until now?" Spider-Man asked.

"Maybe because you are too busy kicking the shit out aliens," Jason said with a chuckle. "Too busy elsewhere and leaving me and D.D. to clean up the streets."

"Don't call me that."

"What?" Jason asked. "It's a good nickname. I'm not just going to call you 'Daredevil' every moment."

"Well, chose something other than that." A laugh came from Hell Kitchen's famous vigilante.

"Game plan?" Spider-Man spoke up. "It would be nice to know what we're doing besides going in and just beating the heck out of whoever is down there."

A deep sigh came from Jason as he turned back towards the docks. "I'll kill the lights with a small EMP," he began. "It'll give us 90 seconds to clean up and take the guys outside."

"Then we move in," Daredevil finished. "Take out the rest and start asking questions."

"Yeah," Jason muttered. "We ask some questions."

Spider-Man clapped his hands together and stood to his feet. "Alrighty, then," he sighed. "Let's get going."

Jason shot two small anchors into the edge of the roof. Attaching one to his belt, Daredevil doing the same before rappelling down to the street level. Spidey had found his place on top of one of the tall lamp posts in the centre of the docks. Eyes scanned over all the men wandering the area, choosing who his first target would be.

Making their way to the front gate, both men hopped over the gate and ducked behind some boxes. Faint chatter could be heard, but Jason didn't pay it any mind. Reaching inside one of the pouches on his waist, he pulled out a small ball. Pressing down on the top, the button emerged from the smooth metal surface, glowing.

"Are you sure that will be able to knock the power off?" Daredevil murmured.

"You know," Jason smiled, "having some faith in me would help, D.D."

Tossing it over the box, it took a few seconds before the lights shut off. Plunging the docks into the darkness with the sound of yells being heard. Daredevil scampered out of cover, attacking the guards. Jason's heads-up display turned on, infrared vision gifting him sight as he hopped over the box.

A wire extended from his wrist gauntlet. When a man came charging at him, he whipped the wire to wrap around the man's throat. Pulling him in close, Jason kicked the man square in the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs and to the ground. Crouching over the man and punching him relentlessly until the man was a withering, broken and bloody mess.

Standing to his feet, he kicked another man that Spider-Man yanked into the air. He pressed his feet against the man's back and sent him face-first into the ground. Daredevil threw one of his batons, flying right past Jason and hitting another guy, knocking him out.

With the yard cleared, the trio moved towards the door to the main warehouse. Hearing the yells of men inside. "Hurry up!" A voice yelled. "Get them on the boat, now!"

Kicking open the door, the three moved inside to see around ten men in total. The warehouse's expanse had two separate landings that were connected by a small walkway. The centre of the room was split open, with water that small boats could ride in. A small office in the far corner of the building that a shadowy figure could be seen through the glass.

Spider-Man and Daredevil dealt with the men hauling the cargo onto the boat. Meanwhile, Jason was hellbent on making his way towards the office. Walking across the small walkway, smashing a man's head off one of the railings and breaking a guy's arm. He moved with ease. Disposing of each enemy he came face to face with.

Making his way up the steps to the office, he could still hear the fighting going on. See the faint figures of both his partner's deal with the rest of the men.

The clicking of a weapon could be heard from the other side of the door. Not even thinking twice, Jason kicked open the door and was met with a gunshot. His shoulder rolled back as he stared at the silhouette of a man cowering man.

Without a second of hesitation, Jason ran at the man, hopping over the desk and chairs and kneeing the man in the chest. Sending him flying into the wall with a cry, falling to the floor. Crouching down in front of the man, Jason stared his hollow white eyes into the man. The power came back online, revealing his full identity.

"Where's Hammerhead?" Jason growled. "Tell me where he is and you'll leave her with less than broken bones."

"I don't know," the man groaned. "We haven't heard from him in two days."

Jason grabbed the man by the collar of his greasy button-up shirt. Slamming him on the desk and punching him repeatedly. Ignoring the cries and pleads for him to stop, begging for mercy. Jason dragged him across the table. Smashing him through the windows and holding him above the 10-foot drop.

"Tell me what I want to know!" Jason yelled. "Where is Hammerhead?"

"I don't know!" The man cried. "All he's told us is to take in any shipments for the Tracksuit Mafia and more. I swear that's all I know."

Pulling the man close, Jason glared. "Men like you are the scum of the earth," he said. "Tell your friends what comes when the sun goes down."

The grip of his fingers on the man's shirt fell limp, letting him go. A cry could be heard just as rapid footsteps entered the office. Both Spider-Man and Daredevil see the figure of Precursor standing at the window. Looking over his shoulder just as the cries were cut off abruptly by a thud.

"What did you do?" Daredevil panted. "We aren't supposed to kill, Precursor."

"I got what I need," Jason replied. "The bastard would be killed before he even got into a cell either way."

"That's not what we decide," Spider-Man said. "We are the ones to put them in jail and let the justice system do the rest.

"Did you not hear what I said?" Jason questioned. "These fucks will be dead way before they are settled in a cell. Yes, it may be our job to bring them in, but it's also our job to stop any more of this from happening."

"The way you're going about it is completely wrong." Daredevil followed the man as he walked past the pair. Making his way down the steps of the office.

Daredevil was right, Jason would easily admit that. The problem is that compassion and mercy died. The same night his father was killed. There wasn't any room for it in Jason who cared more about bringing fear to his enemies than setting things right. Fear is what made people second guess, made them weak. That's what Jason instilled in every criminal that wandered the streets. If they thought about their decisions, stopped themselves, then Jason was doing his job. It may have been his first official year as a vigilante but that didn't change anything.

"Who are you to say I am doing this wrong?" Jason spun around the man. "I am the Precursor. I am what come's before justice is served. If you have a problem with that, then you'll have to kill me."

Exiting the warehouse, Jason paid the pair following any mind. Hearing the roaring engine of his motorcycle approaching and smashing through the gates. Getting on, Jason turned to the other two who watched him.

"Police have been called," he announced. "You got two minutes to get out of here before they arrive."

"You didn't tell us what you found out!" Spider-Man exclaimed.

"Hammerhead is trafficking all these supplies to the Tracksuit Mafia," he said. "He doesn't know where he is. If I find out any more, I'll contact you both."

Revving the bike, Jason spun it around and took off. Already had an idea of what his night was going to revolve around.