1. Belongs: The univers and characters of Detroit Become Human belong to Quantic Dreams and David Cage.

2. Rating: "T" in general, but might be "M" for cursed words, graphics contents such as violence, injuries or sexual scenes.

3. Summary: While Detroit tries to get back on track after the revolution, Lisa Deckart is robbed in a small isolated area of the city. Midnight, the masked vigilante of Detroit, steps in to help her and intercept the burglars to deliver them to the police. Gavin, meanwhile, is frustrated that he couldn't meet the vigilante in person after all this time.

Note: Hey! Here is my new fiction about this famous masked vigilante who is none other than our RK900! Hope you'll enjoy the universe and enjoy reading this new story!


CHAPTER 1
« Midnight »

The Deckarts' house was in a small residential area of Detroit, close to the Embassador Bridge, only fifteen minutes from the main roads. It was a relatively quiet area, with no major incidents, which was why the Deckarts had chosen this location. Antony was working at the DPD for many years now, and after saving enough with his wife Lisa, they were able to afford this small, single storey, cape-cod-style white house, complete with that red door that Lisa had liked so much.

Antony also loved this house. It was their haven, a place where he felt safe with his wife, a place where he could leave the stress and turmoil of his job at the front door. There was nothing simpler than this house and the life the Deckart family led. They were very satisfied with it.

Every morning, Antony would say goodbye to his wife and go to the police station. He would come home a little tense at times, but once inside his home, the outside world didn't matter. He only focused on his wife, her pregnancy, and the arrangement of the second bedroom for their unborn child.

But there was one thing Antony hated, and that was when work interrupted his evenings at home. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, but he had no choice in these cases to go and leave Lisa alone. He had made a promise to his wife that he would quit to find a more secure job so that their child could grow up with a father and be safe, but until then he still had to work.

So he took his officer uniform, his service weapon, and apologized for not being able to be there for dinner with Lisa after all. If the situation was serious, he wasn't sure whether he would eat anything until the next morning. He had kissed his wife, and had gone to the scene of the incident.

Antony Deckart was shot that night at 8:03 PM in the Philips apartment by a deviant android named Daniel. The date of August 15, 2038 was a disaster for Lisa who found herself now a widow and having to raise their child alone.

But despite the violent uprising of the androids that occurred in early November 2038, Lisa didn't leave Detroit. She had nowhere to go anyway, and that little cape-cod-style house was all she had left. Too many memories were in there, and she didn't want to give it all up because of robots breaking free from their codes.

Many humans lost their lives during the uprising, and especially because of the dirty bomb that had exploded in Detroit's downtown. Many residents had fled the city, abandoned their homes and belongings as in an apocalypse movie, wreaking havoc on their passages. Despite the violence of this revolution, the androids had won their freedom, and Detroit had now become the refuge of deviant androids.

But Lisa wasn't the only human left behind. Some people had decided to stay to fight against the androids to claim their city back, although the androids wished to live in harmony with humans and not confront them, the violent revolt having been necessary only to be heard. Others were still there because they couldn't afford to leave, like Lisa, and then others who stayed because it was their city, and they weren't afraid of the androids. Or simply because they didn't care too, and life went on despite the tragedy that had taken place.

In March 2039, the small residential area where the Deckarts' house was located was no longer a quiet place without major incidents. Many homes had been abandoned and some of them had become squats for homeless people who survived and lost their homes in the bomb explosion last November. Some were also occupied by androids who became deviant after the revolution, not knowing where to go after fleeing their homes.

Lisa was no more worried about her own safety by these people, as both humans and androids were looking for a home and not conflict. No, Lisa wasn't worried about them, but rather about the anarchists who took advantage of the disorderly situation of the city, of its difficulty to regain control, to recreate the chaos by degrading the houses and buildings of the city, by stealing individual and common goods, and much worse if someone dared stand in their way.

It was for this reason that Lisa lived in her house permanently locked for fear that someone would come and rob or assault her. Being eight months pregnant, she clearly didn't want things to turn out wrong.

It was past midnight when she was suddenly awakened by her phone, which vibrated loudly on her nightstand. She stopped breathing when she read the message on her screen from an unknown number.

[313248317 - 87]

Miss Deckart, stay hidden

in your bedroom and make

no noise. Three people just

broke into your

police is already on the way.

I'll take care of them. -M.

- 00:14

Lisa jumped when she saw a figure appearring in front of her window and froze when she saw who it was.

It was a man dressed in a black suit close to the body, somewhat like those of motorcycles but improved for tactical combat, reinforced by protective shells edged with a blue light, on his chest, arms and probably also on the back and legs. He also had a black hood pulled back over his head, but Lisa could clearly see the two orbs of light glowing at his eye level, in the middle of his domino mask, making him look like a vigilante.

"Midnight ..."

The man looked at her through the glass and gently raised his index finger, protected under a black shelled glove, to place it on his own lips so that she could be told to be silent. Lisa nodded and Midnight disappeared from her sight. The woman hurried up, picked up her phone, and went to hide in her closet.

The vigilante tiptoed around the house, skirting the walls to be as discreet as possible. Arrived at the house's corner, a broad-shouldered man, whose lower face was concealed by a tactical mask, was guarding an open window in the back, a baseball bat in his hands.

Midnight narrowed his bright eyes as he launched his pre-construction software, analyzing the different situations open to him. He suddenly rushed towards the guard at high speed, jumping straight at him. The man jumped up and didn't have time to react as the vigilante had already wrapped his legs around his head, had slipped back, head down, to put his hands on the ground while sending the man waltz further on his back using his legs in a smooth and fluid stunt. The man gasped at the shock and had no time to get up as Midnight had already dropped to one knee on the ground next to him to slam his fist in his face. The man was instantly knocked out by the vigilante's superhuman strength.

Midnight removed the bottom of the man's mask, and could identify his face. He was one of the Detroit anarchists specializing in burglary who often hung out with two other accomplices, who might be inside the house by now.

He saved the data for later, pulled his hood down over his dark brown hair, and stood up to walk to the window. He glanced inside briefly to scan the surroundings. There was no one.

He deactivated in a thought the luminous edges of his Kevlar armor and his eyes, revealing two ice blue orbs instead, lost in the middle of the black PLA mask adapted to his facial morphology. He slipped through the opening and landed silently crouching on the kitchen floor.

Time froze around him momentarily as he analysed the surrounding noises using his super-developed hearing. He turned his head towards the living room, recognizing whispers as well as the noises of drawers opening and closing.

He straightened up and walked silently down the hall before leaning against the wall separating him from the living room. Two people, hooded and dressed in dark colours, were busy rummaging around the house, looking for any valuables.

He launched his pre-construction software again to choose the best approach option to neutralize them. He had to hurry, the countdown in his HUD was less than ten minutes before the police arrived, and he couldn't stay around and getting caught too.

"I'm going to see the bedroom." One of them said in a low voice before turning around to leave the living room.

"Watch out, there's the woman in the bedroom. "

Midnight leaned back against the wall and counted the number of steps the man had to take to reach him. Six ... Five ... The vigilante activated the defibrillator function of one of his hands. Four… Three… Two… He guarded himself when he saw the man walking through the doorway.

The anarchist jumped back when he saw the masked man reaching out to him, reluctantly stumbling against a small table in the hallway, drawing the attention of his accomplice in the living room. The other man twisted around and saw Midnight gripping his friend tightly, shaking him with a sharp electric shock all over his body, powerful enough to knock him out.

The other man rushed at him, his knife out ready to stab into the masked intruder's side, but the latter let the unconscious man fall to the ground, and backed away from the door, performing a back flip, hands on the ground, swinging his legs in a scissor motion to disarm the man.

Getting back on his feet, Midnight raised his fists in guard before countering a kick from his opponent by catching it between his hands. The man, on one foot, was thrown off balance when the vigilante swivelled his leg violently, forcing him to follow suit and fall face down on the ground. Midnight threw himself onto his back, one leg on either side, pinning him to the ground while grabbing the back of his neck between his gloved fingers, and electrocuted him.

The man's body stiffened in shock, twitching briefly beneath him and then sagging limply against the ground. Mignight then stood up, and removed the hoods of the two men to identify their faces. It was indeed the gang that was having fun looting houses near the Embassador Bridge neighbourhood. He had finally managed to catch them here, after several days of tracking.

Midnight looked up as he saw the red and blue flashing lights bounce inside the house's walls. He rushed to the bedroom, opened the door hastily, and looked around for the woman. Not finding her in her room at first glance, he scanned the room for details that might indicate where she might be. He walked slowly over to the closet, and reactivated his glowing eyes before slowly opening the door.

Lisa jumped, and instinctively grabbed a pillow from the closet to placed it in front of her stomach. When she recognized the vigilante, she didn't let her guard down, expecting something from him.

Midnight then crouched down to be up to her with a reassuring smile.

"You have nothing to fear anymore Lisa..." he said soothingly. "The police is here, they'll take care of the three burglars and take care of you. "

He stood up and looked out the window. The way was still clear, it was now or never. He then opened the window and jumped out over the edge. Lisa got up and quickly approached the window.

"T-Thank you ..! "

Midnight looked up at her, and nodded politely before heading to the back of the house and leaping over the fence, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

- April 16th, 2039, 07:34 AM, DPD -

Gavin was standing by the coffee machine, a hand pressed on his face as he gently was rubbing his eyes. He let himself be gently rocked by the sound of the machine and the sound of the coffee flowing in his cup. He stretched like a cat then let out a yawn.

"I know someone who didn't get enough sleep last night. "

Gavin opened his eyes again and saw Tina walking into the break room and walking over to the vending machine for something to eat.

Gavin then picked up his mug and leaned on the high table near the machine.

"No joke ..." he said, suppressing a yawn again. "I was called around midnight because of a burglary on the Embassador Bridge…" He finally yawned again. "Wow ... I can't take it anymore ..."

"To the Embassador Bridge? An abandoned or occupied residence?" She asked, leaning on the table as she opened her brownies.

"occupied" he said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Antony's wife ..."

"Nooo ..." Tina said in shock. " She is fine ? "

Gavin nodded before taking a sip of his coffee again. He hadn't closed his eye since the day before, and he had only one urge to go home and sleep an hour or two on his couch.

"She's fine yeah, I have to do my report this morning. The three guys have been in cells since one a.m. "

"Three?" She asked surprised. "Were you able to corner them?"

Gavin let out an annoyed little laugh before looking away and shaking his head.

"Not really us." He said shaking his head. "It's that fucking guy again who thinks he's Nightwing. "

"Did you finally get to see Midnight in person ? "

The sudden excitement in Tina made him start to have a headache. Gavin really didn't want to get into this conversation.

" No. He's disappeared right before, as always, but it was Lisa who told us it was him. And it was he who warned us before intervening. "

"You should stop complaining about him. He neutralized these people, not killed them, and if he hadn't been there we couldn't have been there so quickly. Lisa could have been really robbed, hurt or worse. Then these three guys would not be in the cells. "

"Sure," he said annoyed, "but it's still illegal to do what he does. We're not in Batman or some sort of superhero comics. We don't do own own justice by fighting people in the streets, even if the motive is honourable. This is why the police exist, otherwise it is anarchy. You just have to look at the riots and these anti-androids extremists who think they are above the law. All crazy people and psychopaths. "

"Yeah yeah, blah blah blah, that's Detective Gavin Reed speaking." She smiled softly. "I'm talking about Gavin. Just Gavin. "

Gavin put his mug down and stared at her for a long time before rolling his eyes and smiling before taking a sip of his coffee again.

"I'm frustrated that I missed him yeah ..."

"I was sure you still had a crush on him ..! "

"Every time he disappears before we get to the incident scene ..! I can only see him on TV, it's ridiculous!" He shook his head. "Anyway, if I can see him and talk to him one day, I would have to arrest him. "

"And handcuff him?" Tina began to smile with ulterior motive. She imitated a low voice. "I see you've finally caught me, Detective Reed ..! "

Gavin nudged her gently in the ribs and she laughed, and he quietly accompanied her.

"I have enough of your bullshits, I'm gonna work. "

" Aw yeah ? Don't pretend; I know you're going to fold your arms on your desk and sleep! "

"It's knowing myself badly, I can't sleep until I get things done! "

"Well you're not ready to sleep! "

He sat down at his desk and put his coffee mug in a corner near his terminal. He looked up at the desk on the other side of the partition island, diagonally across from his own, and slowly lowered his eyes with a sigh.

Hank's desk was still empty, and Gavin wasn't sure if he could endure seeing someone else sit there. He hadn't been kind to the lieutenant, he thought for long he had done anything wrong. Sometimes he wondered if it was his fault that Hank had pulled the trigger, that he had been too hard, and had gone once too far ...

The little things that pile up can inspire action. Gavin felt guilty, and sad that Hank was no longer there… But deep down he knew it was Connor's fault who had appeared last November and who was working with Hank during that time. He knew Anderson had grown fond of the android, that he had tried to see a human in him when the RK800 had remained a machine until the end.

Connor had put his missions first, risking his own life to the point of being destroyed nine times in total. Hank had ended his life at home after Connor's visit, and Gavin firmly believed it was the android's fault, but… The lieutenant had been frail since his son's death.

In the end, Connor had been destroyed once and for all on the night of November 12, when he dropped off the roof to escape Captain Allen. Cyberlife hadn't sent any more Connor since then, certainly having decided to turn it off once and for all.

And Gavin was no worse for it. He hated the RK800 from the bottom of his heart. He had hurt Hank so bad psychologically, that he pushed him to commit suicide, and that's why Gavin felt absolutely no empathy for the android. Especially since he had been knocked out in the evidence room when he was only doing his job. An unauthorized person is not allowed into the evidence room. To do things good and righteous, that was why he was a detective. He had principles and convictions.

That was also why he couldn't let that Midnight playing vigilante. That was the police role, although in the end the masked man was a great help in arresting criminals, he had to admit.

However, Gavin had always had a soft spot for the fiery and dark Nightwing of the Batman universe, and ever since Mignight appeared in mid-December 2038, Gavin had fallen under the spell of the stranger who thought he was a vigilante.

He looked very nimble, with very good non-lethal fighting skills, gadgets here and there to track down criminals and incapacitate them, a black Kevlar suit with a bluish glow that, Gavin had to admit, making his thoughts wandering. And then he had this hero mask with fucking glowing eyes that made him look downright bad ass and mysterious. And he even had an all-black and electric motorbike, so he circulated easily in the city without being spotted.

Gavin hated him and admired him at the same time. He was the vigilante he dreamed of becoming as a kid, and he was an enemy of the police at the same time.

He shouldn't get influenced. End of the story.