It was night in an alleyway. A fallen thug was thrown against the chain link that blocked the two exits. He scrambled to get up but his shirt collar was grabbed by the vigilante and pushed against the fence.
"Listen buddy, I want answers that you have. Got it!" The vigilante demanded.
"S-sure! I-I'll tell you w-whatever you want!" He stuttered out.
"Who is your boss?"
The thug stayed quiet and the vigilante punched his jaw.
"I believe I asked you a question."
He raised his hand and punched the fence, right next to the thug's head.
"W-we're told to call him Intellect. Because of his ability to think ahead and plan for almost anything."
"Thanks."
The vigilante walked backwards and looked at the thug's wrist. The thug looked down and saw his hands tied to the fence.
"How! How did you do that?!"
"He's not the only one that can think ahead."
The vigilante headbutted him and knocked him out. He went to a ladder attached to the building and climbed up. At least finally got a name.
A/N: Sorry for being gone for so long, I'm trying to get back into the swing of college. But on the bright side, this is one of three chapters coming out this week.