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Chapter 8

Last Time:

"This is Vicky Vale Reporting Live outside Gotham Nation Bank! Where a group of thieves have been apprehended by what looks to be none other than a New Hero of Gotham! Sir! Who are you? Where did you come from? And why are you here?"

Jack kept the slight smile on his face as best he could to fight the inner turmoil he was feeling. The one thing they hadn't covered was that in making his debut he may need to present himself to the public like this, and Jack wasn't a big crowd kinda guy.

But he knew one answer out of all of the question that Vicky Vale of people had asked.

Clearing his throat Jack did his best to smile a little deeper and answered.

"My Name Ms. Vale… is All Might!"

GOTHAM CITY

MARCH 5TH EST 10:15 EST

Upon announcing his name to Ms. Vale the applause hadn't died down at all and many of the crowd that had gathered from the onset of the heist were now advancing, all of them shouting more questions much like the one's Vicky herself had asked.

Jack was still riding high from the adrenaline of the situation and now was having no issue keeping the smile on his face.

If he was completely candid about it he probably looked like a bit of a loon, because he felt like his face might split from the fact that he was receiving a good reception for his first bit of Heroing here in Gotham City of all places.

Any and all trepidation he had felt about having been caught by a news camera had faded away, as he had quickly reminded himself that it was going to happen sooner or later and that it might as well be sooner. It had given him the chance to claim his own Hero name after all. He was very glad that he didn't wind up waiting and have to role with a name someone else picked out for his Hero persona.

He knew that he would just have to go over fielding questions with Ted later on, as the man had a boat load of experience when it came to that from not just his own days in Heroics but also from when he had been a contender in the boxing ring.

Jack continued to smile and added a few minor waves at the crowd, but he quickly tore himself out of appreciating the moment while trying to avoid Ms. Vales Expectant gaze when he heard the chatter echo over one of the onsite officer's radios.

"All units be advised! There was a minor breakout at Arkham Asylum! The escapee is one Victor Zsasz. Assailant is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous! Last spotted driving a stolen police cruiser toward the Gotham Narrows!"

Hearing that Jack toned down his smile a bit and set himself into professional mode and got to work. He glanced up and noticed that the lead officer had the Sergeant chevrons on her left arm, and quickly did his best to help get ahead of what was already a pretty bad situation.

"Sergeant! I'll make my way towards the narrows now. Zsasz's MO is typically stalking alleyways looking for lone prey to capture and kill, I'll start a search from the entrance of the narrows and work my way inward from the East side. You should make the call to dispatch and let them know to mobilize any available units heading West in that area so that we can flank up from both sides and meet in the middle headed toward the South. Hopefully we can still find him quickly if we work together…he will most likely will have gone to ground if given the chance, but one can still hope." Jack stated before he quickly charged back up to 8% and booked it down the street past the bank leaving everyone either still cheering or staring in disbelief, none more so than the Sergeant herself.

The Sergeant stood there for a few extra moments still dumbfounded but now slightly indignant until she noticed many of the gathered crowd now staring at her, and she decided to just make the call the Hero had suggested. She didn't get paid enough working in this city as is and it now seemed that Gotham had a resident Super.

She herself could tell that the tide was about to change, and she had to say she was honestly happy that they now seemed to have a massive helping hand on board.

The wind rustled past his face as he ran down the street, occasionally making his way up the side of a building to get away from the prying eyes of those he passed by on foot while they were in their cars. He could tell he was really starting to shock the local populace.

Being this fast and this strong now was a massive blessing, but at the same time a massive curse and the green sparks surging around him certainly didn't help. He knew that as much good it would do him for his debut having been broadcasted on television like that it would also bring its own slew of problems.

Back home the internet was obviously a thing and it may be a few years earlier that he'd been thrown back too, but the fact was tech was everywhere and he was sure he'd be on the net soon if he wasn't already. The biggest and most obvious of the many problems now being that Batman would know that there was in fact a Meta-human vigilante in 'his' backyard.

Jack had naively hoped that he'd be able to avoid that particular encounter for quite a while but now it was only going to be a matter of time until he ran into the caped crusader, or the even more likely case that the Bat tracked him down.

Batman wasn't referred to as the world's greatest detective for nothing, and he'd eventually locate and attempt to interrogate Jack. And most probably dissuade him from operating in Gotham.

But Jack had bigger fish to fry at the moment so he pulled himself out of his musings as he started his deep trek into the Narrows.

Jack had reached and cleared the bridge to the Narrows in only about five minutes, running straight across it passing by many cars that were currently sitting in deadlock traffic; surprising many of the occupants as the cars would slightly shake as he blitzed by wreathed in the showings of his quirk.

Reaching the first large almost section 8 like apartment building Jack skidded to a brief stop to pull out his phone and make the call to Ted.

After a brief one ring the phone picked up.

"Kid?!"

"Yeah Ted I'm here. Listen I have to be brief but I'm on the hunt for Victor Zsasz, he escaped from Arkham Asylum. Have you seen anything in the news you can remember that might help me find this goon?"

"Jack Listen to me! You don't have to go after this guy right out of the gate kid. That guy has over a dozen confirmed victims. If he really broke out let the Bat deal with it, you should focus on street thugs right now ya know... build yourself up!" Ted said with a slightly elevated voice his concern bleeding through the line.

"Ted, I have to do this. If he kills anybody it's on me now. I'm out here. I've got to do this. I'd never be able to live with myself if I didn't." Jack said as he started to move down the street at a heightened walking pace, the sparks of 'One for All' dancing around him drawing looks from the few civilians that were scattered about on the area.

"...sighs…God dammit kid….Okay. I get it. And I know what ya mean. Use your phone to hack into the police bandwidth like I showed ya. Just... please be careful. You die and imma kill ya you hear me?"

"…Thanks Ted. You know something you can do for me though? Get Rich if he's still with you to be on standby, because I may need a little bit of his mystical healing soon."

" Don't talk like that. You'll be fine. But ya know...sighs...never-mind. You got it kid."

Jack had hung up with Ted and had cleared 12 blocks in five minutes since their talk and had actually stopped two separate muggings along the way, one on a young adult couple and one on a young blonde girl who couldn't be much older than him while he was in his search for Zsasz.

The Gotham Narrows were some of the dirtiest streets in Gotham and Jack hated seeing how it seemed that no one seemed to actually care about the status of all the families living in this place.

Oh sure, Bruce Wayne donated millions to try and get the restoration of the area underway but more often than not the criminal element here derailed a great deal of any progress that could be had.

Whether it was through thievery, or blackmail, or sabotage, or even just simple threats it seemed that the restoration project that had started back in 2002 had yet to actually get off the ground.

And the likely culprit besides the general lack of apathy in Gotham…was organized crime.

One of the main things Jack had done as part of his training was get Ted to explain all he knew about Gotham's infrastructure so that he could try and understand the beast that Gotham actually was.

Jack would constantly ask himself while back in his original world how it was possible that Gotham could be the crime capitol of the world, and the answer became even more apparent as he traversed the streets and back alleys here in the Narrows in his search for Zsasz.

The seeds for crime had been laid a long time ago, and now every single criminal could be considered a small leaf on the crime tree that had sprouted. The biggest problem was the organized crime which was the root of the problem, and Jack was hoping to make a splash and cut them out. But not long after talking to Ted it became apparent that the job would be far easier said than done, and Jack cursed his own mental hubris after giving it a second thought.

The higher ones up the totem pole didn't live anywhere near here in Gotham. Gotham itself had been carved out into sections for living by class, and here in the Narrows it was as low as you got. Coming right out of the docks landing on the southwest side of Gotham you had the Tri-corner and you were only a stone's throw from the Narrows. Old Gotham where the Gym and home base were was about a 15 minute bus ride on a good day if traffic was light and Old Gotham was smack in the middle of Southern Gotham. To the far right side in the south was Gotham's China town and from there the connector bridge which would take you to Blackgate Isle where most of Gotham's criminals were held after being captured and shipped off to do their time.

To the North of old Gotham came the Diamond district, the Fashion district to the east of that and then of course upper West side. Further up you'd run into Upper East Side, the Coventry, and then slightly to the west of that lay Arkham Asylum and it's own connected Isle.

On and on it would go until you reached the bridge that would lead to Bristol in Gotham County leading to the palace aids where you'd find Wayne Manor, and all the other one percenters that had enough actual wealth to live away from the hustle and bustle of the city. One of the other things of note was that Gotham was a city of over 28 million people, and with that many people in one area people tended to get desperate.

There were plenty of other districts making up the massive city of Gotham, but almost all of the greatest crime happened here in The Narrows where the Legendary Crime Alley was located. Jack knew that he was operating on a limited window for many reasons. One of and the biggest being that if Zsasz was already here he could either have gone to ground to buy time to figure out a new or even already vetted target so that he could commit his next murder, and the second biggest being that if he hadn't gone to ground it meant he was on the prowl because the man was sick…and Jack really hoped he could stop the mad man before he claimed another life.

It hadn't taken much.

The Zombie that had brought him his food had made a mistake like he knew he would eventually, and he had collapsed his windpipe rather quickly. Getting out with his I.D had been child's play, and the pig that had known it was him…well he preferred knives as his tool of the trade but the keys that belonged to the Zombie's car had slit the pig's throat just fine. He had taken the cruiser instead of the broken down Nissan the attendant had, and was happy to see that all the other cars moved out of his way giving him free reign to bolt for his safe house.

All these Zombies were the same, predictable bleating sheep going along to the same tune in this hopeless life.

But he had the cure. He could save them... set them free.

He would. He was the only one who knew, the only one who truly understood. It would take time but he'd set them all free. But first he had to get him. He had saved a spot just for him and soon he would leave the Bat bleeding and broken, and oh so very dead; then he would make the mark and move on into the next step of his glorious crusade.

He was the real Hero that Gotham needed. No…The Hero the world needed. Even if the bleating masses didn't get it yet.

Soon…They would.

GOTHAM CITY-GCPD HEADQUARTERS

MARCH 5TH 1315 EST

Twenty-six year old Ellen Yin stood at 5'7 with a slender but muscular build, her black glossy hair tied up in its customary high-set ponytail. Her light brown eyes flitting back and forth taking in everything and everyone as she and her partner made their way to interrogation room 4. She was back to wearing her typical outfit of a red jacket with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, long loose-fitting grey pants that were rather worn down, and her jet black steel toe shoes. Underneath her jacket, she had her black short-sleeved t-shirt with her dark brown gun holster strapped over her shoulders underneath concealing her Beretta 92 FS. She also even now being in the department had on her black compression wife beater which concealed her bulletproof vest. She rubbed at her forehead tiredly as the walked tankful that she was out of the general blue uniform.

She had gotten as comfortable here in Gotham as she believed she would ever get, considering that there was quite a bit of division even here in the police department. She had at first believed when she transferred here from Metropolis that she was being looked down on by her co-workers for being of Asian American decent, or even because she was a woman. But her partner Ethan Bennett had dissolved those thoughts with a very simple observation…Yin was intense. She was good at her job, great even. A lot of people felt threatened by her, and not just because of her aptitude.

After some introspection she would readily admit that it was true, but that intensity existed in the hopes of fueling the fire to wage the war against crime that seemed to have a strangle hold on the city. But she was also ready to admit that she had boxed herself in with her open voicing of her belief that the Batman was a menace, that he broke as many laws as the criminals he brought in.

That in of itself also drove a wedge between her and many of her co-workers. She didn't like the Bat. Not only didn't she not care for him she often voiced that the GCPD should be working harder to bring him in. Yin didn't care for the so called Heroes of the world and had made that abundantly clear and wasn't afraid of the reprisal she received for said opinion.

She had just returned from being put on desk duty for questioning the deputy Commissioner, on the ethics of relying on the vigilante known as The Batman. His association with the so called Justice League not withstanding Yin felt that the Bat was just a hairs breathe from going too far.

Yin had transferred to Gotham from Metropolis a year and a half ago, hoping to give herself greater challenges as a detective. Work in Metropolis had been quite frankly a joke, and again all because of one of the so called Heroes. Though she would readily admit to anyone that Superman at least had the courtesy to work with the local law enforcement. But at least the Blue boy scout wasn't as violent as the Bat had been in the past. She didn't care what kind of relationship the Bat shared with Commissioner Gordon…he was a ticking time bomb, and he caused as many issues as he seemed to solve Yin was sure of it.

Twenty-nine year old Ethan Bennett stood at 6'0 with a slightly broad and muscular frame showing the hard work he'd put in to becoming an officer. His slightly dark brown skin was relatively unblemished though if one looked close they would be able to see the bags under his light blue eyes. Many took his baldness as a sign of the stress from the job getting to him and he was happy to let others think that as that couldn't be further from the truth. His black suit jacket was unbuttoned and showed off his light blue dress shirt, with the long black tie he wore swaying back and forth as he and his partner walked. His black pants had perfect creases and his black dress shoes had an immaculate shine to them, he cut the visage of the perfectly well-groomed officer. Under his jacket in the dark leather holster he had on, it contained his Taran Tactical STI 2001 CM sidearm.

Ethan was happy to have his partner back, but also wondered why they were headed towards the interrogation rooms. He had hoped to take his partner out to lunch to celebrate her return to active field duty after her argument with the deputy Commissioner. It had been a rather loud and quite frankly public affair, and had made things tense in the precinct.

Let it be known that Ethan understood all of Yin's points about the Batman, but that the fact of the matter was that the Batman regularly took on the foes that the general officers in the GCPD just weren't equipped to handle. People like the Joker... were just a step above everything Ethan himself had ever thought he'd deal with when he decided he'd become an officer. He'd be a liar if he said that the idea of facing down the Joker or someone like him didn't terrify him just a little.

Ethan was more than happy to let the Bat do his part, Ethan was hopeful that while the Bat did his thing he an Yin could whittle away at the organized crime in Gotham. He would more than happily face any of the threats that were out roaming the streets of Gotham even if it wound up being the Joker himself, that's why he had sworn his oaths...to make a true difference.

But Ethan also held the belief in his heart that Gotham needed the Batman.

Because it sure didn't have anyone like Superman running around trying to give them a hand.

At least…not before today that is.

Word had already gotten out.

It had been all over the radio chatter all morning since the Bank robbery, and had even passed through to the squads that had been witness to the fight between the Batman and Waylon Jones a.k.a Killer Croc up in the Northern district.

They had even heard from one of the patrolmen on scene that Commissioner Gordon had told the Bat himself and that he had seemed to growl but then had touched the side of his cowl, and then told the Commissioner that he had to deal with something with the 'League' and quickly disappeared after making sure that Jones was secure to be hauled away from the scene.

Batman had apparently taken off in that fancy militarized sports car he broke so many traffic laws in after he got the call. The damned car itself was a massive finger to the entire department and the laws they were supposed to uphold, considering the fact that word was it had armaments of its own that even the GCPD's S.W.A.T team would balk at if they had to face down the Bat.

That also went without mentioning the fact that he apparently if the rumors were to be believed had a boat too... and a plane.

Both Yin and Bennett could only agree on one solid thing, they needed answers on this new apparent Hero in Gotham.

And they were about to try and get some of those answers for themselves.

Thirty year old Turk Barret had been through this plenty of times.

Sitting in one of these damned metal chairs in an interrogation room cuffed to a bolted down table waiting for the pig's to come in and try and rattle him.

Turk had done plenty of things he regretted and more often than not they had landed him almost exactly where he was right now.

Turk though currently seated stood at 5'10 and was whip cord thin. His balding head only having bits of dark course hair around the back of his head and even that had thinned out considerably over the past couple of years. His slightly bulbous head rocked with strain from the headache that he still had as his back, sides, knees, and the slightly swollen right side of his face ached in tandem from the onslaught he'd suffered at the hands of Gotham's apparently brand new Hero.

Where that shield slinging shithead came from Turk had no clue.

After the police had nabbed him they had thrown him and the other's into the back of one of their vans, and carted him off for lockup.

They had already had him checked over medically, and though they said nothing was broken it sure felt like it ought to have been with the level of pain he was in.

They had taken possession of all his stuff, and shoved him and the other boys from the job into the light beige outfits they used when they were holding people until they were to be shipped off for holding until their actual arraignment. He had been singled out and taken from the temp holding and brought here.

The fact that they'd been caught in broad daylight had sealed their fate, and Turk was honestly surprised that he was still breathing right now. The Black Mask was anything and everything but patient, and Turk had a feeling that his breakfasts he'd get to eat were now on a fixed number.

He just didn't have any clue what that number happened to be.

Turk was pulled from his musings when the door to the interrogation room opened and admitted two officers, both of them dressed in what was obviously street clothes.

So…he was dealing with detectives right off the bat. That was never a good sign in his humble opinion.

The pretty Asian looking woman had sat down opposite him after dropping a large red folder on the desk, while her partner stood back up against the grey brick wall next to the one way mirror on the opposite side of the room.

"So…Turk Barret. I gotta say this file doesn't give me the impression of you being into anything as big as knocking off a bank in broad daylight. You wanna illuminate me on why it is that you and those four other scumbags decided to go through with it? Or how about this one…Why the Black Mask of all people took an interest in some low-life small time arms dealer like you?...Because last I checked, Roman Sionis is just a little higher up on the food chain then some small fry like you."

"Look lady... I ain't got nothin to say to you. You think you walkin in here with all this bluster and your big bad partner is gonna scare me…scoffs…bitch please."

The silence rained for about a second.

He blinked and then his face met the table with a resounding bang.

Turk lifted his head back up groaning to look blearily across to the sleight woman who just slammed him to the table. She was fast and more than that he hadn't expected her to do that. He could see her partner just standing there with a slight smirk on his face, arms crossed as he shook mildly…asshole. He musta found this whole thing funny.

"The Camera's aren't on, and that's me being nice. Now…let's take it from the top Turk, with a lot of detail."

GOTHAM CITY-THE NARROWS

MARCH 5TH 1315 EST

The thunder-crack of the shotgun going off mixed with a pitched ringing as the high velocity rounds bounced off of his shield to fall harmlessly to the floor.

Jack quickly glanced over top and saw another perp running for the hill's so he quickly wound up and tossed the shield at his fleeing back knocking the perp to the floor in a groaning heap, he then turned and faced the one he had just Spartan kicked into the side of a dumpster a moment ago. Unconscious, good.

It had been happening like this on and off all day now. Jack could honestly say that he wasn't physically tired yet but that he was getting mentally exhausted, and it didn't seem like it was gonna let up anytime soon. Every couple of blocks he'd run into someone doing something they shouldn't have been. Car Jacking's, muggings, and one very quickly squashed attempt at rape.

That guy would be in the hospital for a while since Jack had upended his ass, and tossed him through his own car windshield and shattered both of his legs. The perp probably had a broken jaw too because Jack had smashed his groaning form with the shield. So yeah…long hospital stay before prison. Jack wouldn't lose one wink over it.

Jack was thankful that so far he'd only met one group of five kids that had all been around his age. He really didn't wanna have to go beating on people his own age if he could help it. But sure enough the odds dumped them on him.

He'd set them all straight after kicking their butts. He told them he wouldn't call the cops but he had thoroughly disabused them of any ideas of trying to be in a street gang, with the whooping he gave them. He was sure that the two that he had fought against hardest at 5% (that wound up with some very bruised ribs for their troubles) would make sure the others stuck to the promise they'd all just made. They had tried to rob a mini mart, and Jack had been making his way by when he'd seen one of them brake a window of the store.

Convincing the elderly woman who owned the place to not call the cops had been hard, but he had won her over when he had shown her all the kids I.D's and made them promise to work off the debt at the store.

The woman had even been sweet enough to just give the kids some food to take home after hearing why they had tried to hold her up. They had been trying to steal just to feed themselves since most of them had siblings to feed or were dealing with absentee parents. Jack himself knew what it was like to go hungry and to steal when desperate, so he told them in no uncertain terms that if they ever pulled a stunt like that again that not only would they be taken in to the cops but that they would wish it had been Batman who had caught them the first time.

Flaring back up to 8% of 'One for All' seemed to make them understand he wasn't joking.

He left the number to the burner cell he currently had with the shop owner, and as he left he was quite shocked to see that all of them were waving and actually smiling at him as he started down the street again in his search.

At least he'd have one nice memory to look back on from his first day of Heroing. It wasn't pulling someone out of a burning building…but maybe he'd saved those kids in a different way.

Jack had now already cleared half of the East end of the Narrows and still had no clue as to the whereabouts of Zsasz. They had tracked the GPS to the cruiser he'd stolen and sure enough he'd made it deep into the Narrows. Even with the surprising amount of help he'd been receiving from the local branch of the GCPD, dealing with all the extra side ends was making the hunt unbearably slow.

Even with that depressing line of thought the silver lining was the day so far had not been unproductive at all as he had already helped 4 separate squad cars haul in eight goons, on top of the one that left straight for the hospital.

And now he was about to add another two to the list.

Jack had just caught his shield on the rebound from his throw at the fleeing perp, he then stuck it to the magna plate as he reached down and checked the unconscious dumpster perp for a pulse.

After ensuring that he hadn't accidently killed this one he turned and saw the other attempting to crawl away from him.

Jack took five quick and large strides forward and as he did the other perp turned to look up, and Jack would be lying if he said that it didn't make him wanna chuckle a little when he saw the fright on the guys face.

Jack quickly leaned down and again delivered a picture perfect right cross and sent the goon into the land of Morpheus.

After dragging the two together again Jack primed a glue capsule and dropped it onto them to set them up for a pick up and then he took two steps out of the alleyway and actually saw an incoming cruiser and flagged them down.

The two officers quickly exited the vehicle and he alerted them to the situation and asked for a sit rep on whether or not they had any leads on Zsasz.

He received a negative on that front but took a deep breath and centered himself like he had been practicing, it wouldn't do well if he did come across the serial killer and he didn't have his head in the game.

The Officers thanked him for catching the B and E perps he'd just subdued, and after receiving the thanks he started to again trek towards the GPS signal of the stolen cruiser using the hacked band-width on his phone.

Jack only had to go three blocks when he came upon the scene.

Three officers lay strewn about around the crashed cruiser which had a light pole now laying through it. Two other cars were parked off to the side their lights flashing. As Jack got closer to the downed car and the three prone officers he noticed the pooling blood around all three of them. Moving carefully Jack called out trying get any of the three to respond but by the time he'd reached the third he came to the very simple conclusion, all of them were dead.

One had been shot in the head, and the other two had their throats slit along with what looked to be no less than 5 stab wounds a piece.

Jack had seen and even been a part of some violent things in his life but this was on a completely different level. He honestly had no words for how bad this situation was, and wound up having to take a deep breath to settle his slightly curdling stomach.

The one thing that doesn't always get covered by the comics is how many innocents actually die in the face of a mad man like Zsasz, and this was a big swing home for that fact for Jack.

He took another deep breath and then quickly looked at the scene again and realized what he might be missing, there were only three bodies here…and every set he'd seen had had two officers per car. The two cars being a dead giveaway that one of the officers was in fact missing.

Jack quickly amped up to 8% and booked it to the brick high rise in front of him that had a shattered glass door.

Upon passing through he saw that the hallway was deep and had a small service desk, and down the hall there were four elevators two on each side and one far end exit door.

But right before the exit door there was another with a sign saying 'Stairwell Access', and at the foot of it was another body and a pool of blood. It took seeing that to realize that there were small dribbles along the way, the victim had moved their way over to the door trying to escape.

Jack quickly approached the dead body of what looked like an older woman (probably the building greeter) and was about to check for signs of life when in the stairwell he heard the echo of gunshots.

Weaving to the left and bypassing the body completely Jack kicked the metal door off its hinges and began a quick accent up the stairs.

Jack had climbed maybe 12 to 13 flights listening for sounds of struggle or more shots and he was starting to get concerned with the relative silence, but then he reached the door for the 14th floor and heard one more gunshot followed by a loud scream from what sounded like a woman.

Jack quickly burst through the door with his shield in his left hand and looked down the green carpeted, white walled, brown doored hallway to see none other than Victor Zsasz's bald visage while he was sneering as he leaned over a downed officer as she was trying to prevent him from jabbing what looked to be a letter opener into her throat.

He had the impromptu weapon inches from her throat and Jack made the easy spilt second decision.

He wound back and tossed the shield down the expanse of hallway, and thankfully Zsasz had been so occupied that he hadn't realized he had an audience until a second before the shield bounced off of his chrome dome with a loud dull clang; as he and the shield flew slightly further down the hallway.

Within seconds Jack was on one knee next to the officer pulling her backward down the hall towards where he'd come from as he was trying to check her over.

"Officer Can you move?"

"…."

"Officer. Can. You. Move?"

"…yes." She whispered as she shakily looked back and forth between Jack and Zsasz.

"Good. Get up... head for the door that we came through. Go back down to the lobby and wait for backup. He's handled."

Jack reached out with his right hand and the shield flew from its prone position 13 feet or so away next to Zsasz (who was attempting to get his bearings after being smacked in the skull) and flew right to Jack who caught it with ease.

The officer sat there just staring at him for a moment before Jack slowly raised his left hand and placed it on her right shoulder.

"Go."

Jack saw out of the corner of his left eye that the officer nodded gently and then got up with a slight wince and then proceeded to leave him in the hallway with the deranged killer.

The whole time through getting the officer to leave Jack hadn't taken his eyes off of Zsasz.

His white T-shirt was covered in spatters of blood, and Jack could clearly see the raised scar like lines on his rippling fore-arms. The man was in good; no great shape, Jack could easily give him that. The man had once had blonde hair but the one he was looking at now was the one he was more accustomed too. His skin was almost milk white outside of the off color of the raised marks from the scars he had given himself especially the thee inch ones that lined his forehead. Jack couldn't see the color of his eyes, but could say that without a shadow of a doubt that once they could look at each other properly the man's eyes were piercing…and yet so empty.

Jack had to fight back an involuntary shiver as he looked into the man's eyes. These were the eyes of a true psychopath. This man…this Thing really had no qualms about ending another person's life.

That thought brought a burning into Jack's gut.

This guy was a grade 'A' scumbag, and Jack wasn't gonna play with this shithead. He was going back in his cage, or into a body-bag… what the other Heroes thought of him be damned. Jack stood to his full height and set his stance for a run.

Victor Zsasz hated people with a passion. They were all Fools, Sheep, Zombies. Just coasting through this life not understanding the truth. There was no point to it all. It all would end, and before that ending it would leave you feeling empty. He was their savior, He would make sure that no one ever had to experience that empty feeling he had felt ever again. On top of it…he'd get to feel alive again. Seeing that fear, watching them end…so satisfying.

And he had. Many times over. Some sheep had even been culled a few moments prior.

Crashing the ride hadn't been the plan, but he was able to work with it. The damn smock that sheep orderly had to wear was too constricting, so he had taken it off to be in just the white t-shirt, aquamarine pants, and white sneakers he'd taken from that now dead Zombie.

Zsasz was thankful for the fools sacrifice because he had been about Victor's size and it was easy to just slip into the disguise he needed. But in his excitement he'd made a small mistake.

He'd forgotten to take care of the car's GPS. Not long after he'd gotten on the highway towards the Narrows he had pigs all over him.

They truly hadn't mattered. He'd led them on a merry chase, but they were persistent and it irked him so.

The trek had been a trying one and it had been a very tense 40 minutes, but thankfully outside of the hangers on he'd made it into the Narrows in record time.

Unfortunately as he was about 2 blocks from one of his safe houses one of the pigs got a lucky shot off and hit one of the back tires.

He'd hit a light pole full on but had his seatbelt on, so really he was okay in the end. The belt had dislocated his left shoulder on impact but otherwise he was fine and when the one pig came and opened his door and tried to pull him out he'd surprised them all.

He broke the hand and then twisted the cop until he was behind him and had taken his gun. He quickly plugged the one bitch, she fell dead from the first shot which hit her in the head.

He shot at the other one who attempted to get to cover behind the crashed car as the shots came her way, and that gave him plenty of time to pistol whip the tool he was holding and draw the small tac knife from his belt.

He kept shooting as he saw a fourth one getting out of one of the other police cruisers, and once he was sure he had a second he threw the tac knife and it lodged in the other pigs chest causing her to fall.

He had dropped his unconscious meat shield to the floor and vaulted the trunk and then he was on her. He knocked her attempt to lift her gun hand up away knocking the gun from her hand, and then he grabbed hold of the knife handle and wrenched causing the officer to cry out in agony.

He stabbed her four extra times in the chest staring into her eyes the whole time after he'd pulled it out.

"You're Welcome." Zsasz said as he dragged the blade in a shallow line across her throat.

He rounded the car and stabbed the downed one in the back 4 or 5 times before he lifted his head up and proceeded to drag the knife across his throat too.

The load bang followed by the dull thud of the bullet hitting the cruiser brought him out of his revelry. The other Zombie was looking at him with hate in its eyes screaming that it would kill him... he highly doubted it.

He turned and ran for the double glass doors of the building beside him and heard more loud bangs and watched as the glass shattered allowing him easier access.

There was an old blue haired woman trying to run to the stair access as he came through, can't have any witnesses. He threw the tac knife and watched it lodge in her gut as she came from behind the desk. She staggered but kept trying to walk…what a stupid thing.

As he walked by the desk he found the sharp tip letter opener and quickly picked it up as he walked toward the now crawling and bawling old woman.

He buried the opener into her gut 8 times, all the while just feeling his heart pulse like a war drum in his ears. He heard another shot and didn't bother looking back to listen to the stupid cow scream at him about justice…the only justice in this world was meeting your end. He'd bring her to hers soon enough.

The chase up the stairs had been anti-climactic outside of the moment he had taken to re-set his dislocated shoulder, and the struggle that followed in the hallway was even more disappointing.

But it didn't matter, he had her now.

But then he didn't.

His head was ringing, and it felt like he'd been punched by the Bat if his fist was coated in iron. He quickly shook his head and after a moment finally focused and saw who had dared interrupt him in his final moment of triumph over another of the lost masses. The Zombie was already gone, but here before him stood an intriguing thing unto itself.

Dark Blues, Blacks, the red white and blue of the shield. Very… Utilitarian looking, how drool. Another one to be cleansed.

Zsasz stood back up to ask who this fool thought he was but quickly realized there would be no talking here, because he had been hit in the side of the head again with that damned shield.

Jack was angry.

He hadn't been this angry in a while. He was angry at the audacity of this man. To think that he could just kill with abandon and get away with it. Jack wanted to kill him…just to stop him from ever doing the same thing he'd done to anyone else again.

The people he had already killed today had families, people who loved them. And now they'd never go home again.

That twofold thought added to his anger as his own thoughts of going home himself surfaced for a moment. But he did his best to quickly contain the anger and lock it into a cold ball.

This man was gonna regret what he did. He'd make sure of it. It had been said that Zsasz had actually almost killed Batman once due to his own unpredictability and his above average hand to hand combat skills.

Though, Batman wasn't nearly as strong or as fast as Jack. And Jack didn't plan to let him fight back.

He blitzed the murderer, intent clear in every move he made. This was no fight.

This was a beat down.

The second Zsasz had actually gotten to his feet Jack had already cleared the distance and brought the shield up in an ark and beaned him across the left side of his face. Jack had to give Zsasz credit since he'd been ready he was still on his feet, but he was still staggered and that was all the opportunity Jack needed.

Zsasz tried a wild swing with the opener but Jack surprised him by throwing the shield straight up lodging it into the ceiling. He caught the wrist of the jabbing hand with his own right and then twisted outward as he then threw a short chop with his left into Zsasz's windpipe causing him to let go of the opener as he attempted to grasp at his own throat with both hands as he began to choke…gasping for air.

Jack jumped and bounced off the right side wall caving it in a bit and wound up behind Zsasz where he quickly wrapped both arms around his middle and bucked his hips dropping the killer on his neck and back turning him into an accordion with a German suplex.

Even still... Jack would give credit where it was due because Zsasz even though winded and barely able to breathe was attempting to gather his wits and get to his feet.

But all that did was make Jack angrier. So he rectified the situation.

Jack turned slightly right and re-called his shield to his right hand and planted his feet. Zsasz had attempted to get up and charge Jack, but Jack saw the attempt and used all of his considerable speed and force. He ducked the attempt and slammed the shield into Zsasz's right kneecap, eliciting a loud crack from the appendage and a strangled high pitch squeal from the man.

He was already in the process of half falling over Jack when he was grabbed by the right arm and then tossed into the wall against the already dented part of it, and wound up covered in plaster and dust from the brake that he was now sitting in.

The Last thing Victor Zsasz saw that day was Jack's scowling face, before he punched his lights out.

GOTHAM CITY- GRANT'S GYM

MARCH 5TH 1645 EST

Jack walked back into the apartment from the fire escape slightly tired, but absolutely ravenous.

After putting Zsasz down for a nap and dragging him outside to find more of Gotham's finest lined up, he dropped him unconscious, dirty, and broken at their feet.

He apologized before anyone could say anything, saying he was sorry that he hadn't been faster causing almost everyone's eyes to widen.

Jack was silenced by the hug he wound up receiving from the sobbing officer he had saved from being killed in the hallway.

Many of them stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder or were seen just nodding him their own thanks, while Zsasz was placed in double arm and leg cuffs and hauled into the back of a transport van.

When Jack apologized and said he may have gone a little overboard with his treatment of Zsasz many of the officers snorted and waved him off saying that what he did was tame compared to what Batman had been like his first two years active in the city.

Remembering that caused him to just let the whole thing go, and write it off to them already being used to the whole crazy Heroing thing.

Jack had been attempting to leave when a blogger had stopped him, and asked him many of the questions that he had been asked earlier in the day by Vicky Vale and many of the pedestrians around the Bank job.

Jack merely regurgitated that he was in fact called 'All Might' and that he would be doing his best to help protect the fair city of Gotham from now on.

Returning to the present Jack took off his helm and set it and the shield down on his bed before he removed the outer jacket that had the star on it and then proceeded to remove his compression shirt from underneath leaving him bare chested as he walked out into the living/dining room so Richard could take a look at his side.

As Richard applied some salve he made after mumbling an incantation and saying that he hadn't broken anything and that it would heal a little faster because of the salve, Jack went into his room and put on a black wife beater as he turned to go back out and eat a meal that Ted had prepared when he had made the call and said he'd be on his way back.

The three of them sat down and ate grilled chicken sandwiches, with sweet potato fries, and roasted broccoli. As they finished the meal Ted after clearing the plates went right into it.

"So?!…What happened out there huh?! Why you all bruised up? The news report didn't say anything about you being in any kind of fight. And what happened with Zsasz huh?! Did you find him or is he still out there?" Ted shouted as he attempted to look like he wasn't gonna pop out of his seat when the truth was that all he wanted was to rush to Jack's side and check him over.

Jack went on to regale Ted and Richard with all the details of what happened after Ted calmed down, from the bank robbery all the way up to the confrontation with Zsasz.

And it was then that he let all that he had been feeling come rushing forward. He told them how scared he had been when he was getting shot at, how angry some of the things had made him, and how upset he had felt when he realized that the officers were dead and that he had failed to save them.

Ted came around the table and immediately hugged him and gave him a few soft pats on the back before putting his left hand on Jack's right shoulder. He also tilted Jack's downcast head up so that he could look him in the eye.

"Hey. You listen to me. You did everything you could. You're not gonna be able to save everybody all the time okay? You hear me?! Doing what you did today makes you a Hero, no if's, and's, or but's about it. It's like you said…if you hadn't of been there that one other cop would be dead too. Be proud of what you did. Be proud. I know me and Rich are." Ted said while Richard wore a slight smile and nodded along at the end of Ted's statement.

As the three of them got back to being comfortable at the table for some dessert since they were treating the meal as dinner the news station came on and drew all of their attention.

"This is Summer Gleeson reporting from GNN the Gotham New Network! Our top story for this Five O'clock Segment-The New Hero In Gotham…ALL MIGHT!"

And That's the Scene Guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and please let me know what you think with a review if you can spare the time! I have a friend trying to make a theme for Jack, and I also am looking for someone to make the picture of what He looks like in his Hero attire in the Young Justice Art style. I will start working on Chapter 9 probably sometime tomorrow but can't say when it will be out. I hope that I can have it out soon. As Always please stay safe, happy, and healthy! Hope to hear from you at the next one!