It was dark men stood around waiting for Black Mask's shipment to come in. This was supposedly the last of his resources from Gotham. No one knew what was being transported only that he didn't spare no expense in its safety. Thugs from every part came since for payment. From Harlem to Brooklyn they came with pistols and machine guns. At a small storage lot they waited for a truck to come in. A subtle rumble and bright lights appeared as they trucks rolled in. No time was wasted as the doors flung open and the boxes and crates went in. Each going in carefully, but quickly incase they were caught in the middle of loading. As the last went in an explosive had killed a few of the men. Seeing the blaze they slammed the door, pounding on the back to signal them.

"We need to move out!!"

The trucks began to slowly move out. Gunshots and screams were heard, all firing at an all white figure. Moonknight had arrived, firing shots killing a few at a time. Throwing a few grenades while utilizing his shield to redirect the impact.

"Hurry the hell up!!"

The truck pulled out almost tipping over. Seeing them leave the Cresent Crusader didn't have time. Shooting a stream of web, he pulled himself to the top of a building while being shot at. Running across the rooftops to keep up, just as he was about to run out of ground he jumped. Rolling as he fell on the moving truck, barely falling off. Getting up he was immediately knocked off, dangling from the side of the truck. Pulling his chin above the edge he saw a man hovering above the truck. A gas mask and suite that had fuel on the belts, and small packs of grenades. In his hands a flamethrower that could kill.

"Hahaha! So you're the poor bastard that's going to burn!?" He chuckled, his voice was weasy and robotic, but nonetheless threatening

Moonknight swung himself back on top as again being kicked. Rolling off the back, attempting to get back on till he saw Firefly take aim. Hanging back off, the flames roared just above his head. The heat was intense Moonknight could smell a burning scent. Looking behind seeing a piece of his cloak on fire, Firefly circled to get a better aim. Seeing his chance Moonknight shot a web at the goggles of Firefly's mask. Distracted he jumped back on, cutting off the burning piece of cloak. Finally getting the web off searching the arsonist saw Moonknight was back on.

Shooting a grappling hook at one of his wings Marc began to tug. Struggling to stay on, while the other was struggling to stay in the air. Using his abnormal strength Moonknight slammed Firefly down on the container. Before he could get up the cresent crusader jumped on him. Holding him down by the throat, Moonknight started to bash his fist against his helmet. Repeatedly striking his head the lenses of his goggles began to crack. Small chips began to fly off, grabbing the nozel of his flamethrower he smack it against Moonknight's jaw. Kicking him off as he had the chance. Before he could take flight, Moonknight gripped one of his wings. Struggling as he tried to get away, he slammed him back down. Tearing it off as Firefly shot a small burst of fire. Barely dodging it, Moonknight pulled out a cresent dart. Stabbing through the pyro-maniacs hand. Taking Firefly's weapon away tossing it onto the road.

"I ain't goin like this!"

In a last attempt Firefly tried to fly off taking the Moonknight away. With only one wing he spun and turned sharply. In brisk movements the two seemed to dangle in the air. Climbing up his back, Moonknight gripped the final wing breaking it. The two instantly fell out the air, onto a dirt road. Hitting the road breaking his arm, fortunately he couldn't feel the pain or any for that matter. Getting up he looked around noticing they had dropped in a park. A groan was heard, turning he saw that Firefly had landed in a tree. Being held upside down by his once functional flight pack. The remaining wing kept him up as a few of his bones were broken badly. Firefly looked at Moonknight expectantly waiting.

"So what? Take me in?" The pyro asked

Moonknight approached the hanging man, a broken lense showed a red eye with small burn marks. Seeing the broken wing he took it in hand bending it towards Fireflys face. Panicking a bit he tried to move, but he was soon pinned by cresent darts. Screaming in agony and pain, as Moonknight kept bending it. As the bottom faced him, Moonknight began to fix the pack.

"No" he answered coldly finishing, the pack turned on as it began to burn his face

"Arghh!!!! Argh!!!!!" He howled

Firefly began to burn, and as the fire melt his helmet. Scorching his skin at the touch, as the rest of his body became ablazed. Leaving his victim in the park, only hearing his pain echo through the park. The fire had reached his belt that still held his fuel and explosives.

Boom!

Small explosion blew setting the tree on fire as well. The light lit the darkness as blue and red flashed, as well as sirens. Cops arrive to scene of a burning man, as Firefighters begin to put out the fire. As a tower of smoke that could be seen for blocks. The Detective gets there almost vomiting at the smell of burnt flesh.

"Damn, what happened?"

"That is Garfield Lynns aka Firefly, an arsonist from Gotham, he moved here when a offer caught him" the Police officers answered

"That fact or speculation?"

"Fact, we arrested a few thugs at a storage unit, they were all hired to protect Black Mask's goods" she answered

"Do we know where it is?"

"No, unfortunately"

"How bout what it was?"

"Nothing on that either" she answered

"And Firefly?"

The two looked at the body hanging off the tree. As the cops got it down bits of bark did as well. The smell was awful as the lay him the criminal out on the grass. The detective could see no mercy was given to him.

"Deceased"

"Earlier today the body Garfield Lynns was found hanging from a tree. His body burnt beyond recognition as the fire grew as firefighters put it out. Lynns had a criminal from the city of Gotham: over a dozen arson arrest, over a thousands of dollars in property damage among others.

Police say The dead arsonist was most likely taking part in illegal activities, due to the fact he was wearing an illegal combat suit, with lethal weaponry

Police have not found the killer'

Black Mask's Building

Sipping on a glass of scotch he waited and in a hurry his assistant came in. With a bright smile he had heard good news on his call.

"Black Mask, we have it" he said joyfully

"Good, now I can finally get to work on settin my shit up" he said taking a look at the newspaper

It had been covered with Moonknight's actions. Pictures of his dead men washed over the front page. More about shootouts were printed gangs in Harlem were fighting with a new leader Brick. The man came from Star City, and had 'special' ways of staying in power. Now he had a full sized crew with a protection racket. Though he heard he was having just as much trouble with a hero.

"We need to get this shit moving, so get in contact with anyone willin to buy" he ordered leaving to do so as well, quickly calling numbers

As he slowly smoked his cigar, he pondered on what to do with Moonknight. He got lucky this time, but how long will it last?

"One way or another I'll kill him with my own goddamn hands"