Author's Note: These are some notes for the story we have here guys. You can't see them but they're better than what you're reading.

"You're late," The Blue vigilante told his darkened counterpart. "I thought that you said that you were here already"

"I said that I was on my way, not all of us can leap buildings in a single bound"

The two had met on a rooftop. It was in the middle of the night, below them was a warehouse that the Russians were using as an in-between and Matt had wanted some back up for his interrogation of either one of the Ranskahov brothers. This would be the first time for that Pat would see his fellow vigilante do this kind of work. It gives him a feeling of tension, he wasn't a big believer in 'enhanced interrogation techniques', so one would say that Matt inviting him to an interrogation he wants help in then he would have to have stronger morals than to use those sort of techniques. He hoped.

"So what's the plan?" The Blueman asked the Mask. "I don't see any exotic weapons in there but I feel like we should be going in there a bit more stealthy than the last time"

"That's normally how I would want it done but this time I need you to take the whole building down"

Pat removed his hood with all the force that it could take without breaking the fabric. His white domino had a newly added shaded layer to them, some kind of cheap plastic lens, the kind to keep out blue light to help with eye strain.

"What, wouldn't that kill the whole lot of them?"

"Only if they don't get any warning about it coming down, just yell a lot about it coming down while you do it"

"And what will you be doing in the meantime?"

"I," Matt started walking towards the fire escape. "Will be waiting for one of the brothers to come running out, while everyone else is distracted by your...rampage, I will be getting what we need on Fisk." With that the Kitchen native went out of sight, only with his visionary powers could the young blue vigilante see where he went.

"I have a feeling that he's kind of using me," Pat looked down at the building, his searching for the largest heat source. That was when he found something that he hadn't noticed before. He had been looking for weapons but it seemed like he forgot to look for the weirdos that he met the other day, now that he looked at the people inside of the building he found one those weird heat sources. "Well, I should drop in and say hello." He pulled his hood back on his head.

Then the young hero leaped with all the force of an elephant dropping on a mouse. His weight caved in the roof of the place, dropping into the room surrounded by a few dozen mooks. They were typically Russian men, carry pistols and submachine guns, nothing that was dangerous to him. It was then his eye was caught by a redhead in the center of the room.

She was wearing what could be described as a bright yellow jumpsuit, similar to the one worn by SHIELD agents, except with thin strips going along her arms. They glowed with a soft orange hue, Pat could feel the extra warmth they seemed to give out, he would take her out first.

Blurring straight at her, fist extended in an attempt to knock the woman out. She ducked the blow, bending over backward his fist slammed into the wall, the limb having been shoved right through into it.

"So straightforward," She cooed as the Russians around her were amazed at her agility. "For such a speedy man, you do tend to telegraph your movements, you're going to rush forward," She started pulling out a sidearm, some kind of futuristic looking pistol, pointing at Pat's chest. "You lean on your left leg"

She fired. Pat ripped his arm out of the wall, dodging the projectiles emitting out of the barrel. He grabbed a broken brick and flung at her weapon hand, smashing it into pieces and leaving her weaponless. She looked at the men around and smiled.

"The first man to take him down gets a personal favor from the big man"

A sad amount of Russians came rushing forward towards him, each was instantly knocked down by Pat's blazing fists. Soon instead of a mob of men, there was only a pile of them moaning on the floor. With this Pat turned his attention back to the woman that he was fighting earlier, she had somehow disappeared. He looked down and that was when he found her.

On the floor, just laying down, peering at the ceiling.

"That was slower than I expected, did you go easy on them?"

He didn't feel like answering his opponent, it was an attempt at keeping himself in control of the situation or least keep it away from her grasp. Pat did take in her voice, it was familiar, the vigilante had definitely heard it before, she was that same woman who had been speaking through that drone from the last time.

"I heard that you were more talkative than this," The lady yelled out loud as she slithered back to her feet. "Well-"

That was when Pat struck interrupting her monologue with a mighty thump to her stomach. This caused her to slam back into a wall and roll onto the floor. The redhead gasped for breath, holding her stomach due to the pain. She attempted to stand only to fall back down with a flop.

"So," The vigilante made sure to stay a certain distance from her. "Who do you work for?"

That was when she smiled, her teeth bloody from the last blow, then out her pocket and into her hand came some kind of cylinder with a single button on top. Her smile became a maniac one as the finger descended towards the button. Then all of the sudden it wasn't in her hand but in Blueman's, he started to throw between one hand and to another.

"What is this?"

"That is a decoy." She revealed.

The roof of the place got a new whole, a green glow dropped from the ceiling. It was an armored man, plating in a style not too dissimilar to Iron Man himself if the center wasn't just a glowing mess of green and the helmet looking a lot rougher than smooth Stark style. The figure was bigger than the average Iron Man suit, knocking in at about 7 foot 8 inches, whether that was an aspect of the suit or the man inside it Pat didn't know. What he did know was that it looked pretty cool.

"Who are you meant to be? Tin Man?"

"That's Project Ti," The still floored woman gloated. "Otherwise known as the…"

"Titanium Man!" The suit rushed forward its boosters on the legs allowing to gain a level of speed that surprised the blue vigilante, catching him a clothesline that hit hard enough to flip to the floor. The Titanium Man came to a crashing stop, going through a wall with the ease of cutting paper, he flew straight back out the hole he made, ready to continue the brawl. That was when the fist of the Blue Man came crashing down, knocking back out through the wall.

"You only moved me," He taunted, wagging his finger at his downed opponent. "The Titanic movie could do that, frankly I'm not impressed." Pat shrugged his shoulders at the downed armored man. Titanium Man raised his hands and blasted beams at him, to which the vigilante dodged easily by shifting his upper body just a bit. Sadly for him, that was just a decoy, the real attack had come from the forearms, mini-missiles shot into the ground blowing the Blueman into the air.

"Feck." Was the only reply Pat was able to give as his position was shifted up into the air. A position that the Titanium Man was eager to exploit, he leaped into the air and grabbed the other man onto his shoulders. Then he body slammed him into the ground with all the force of a tank shell. A cloud of dust rose from the impact but the armored man was not finished with him yet, he repeated the action, again and again until his prey stopped moving. With that done he turned to his handler waiting on the floor nearby.

"Madame Wilton, I ha-"

"Done fucked up," He was interrupted by the man behind him, just as he was about to turn to face the Blueman again, his opponent had already grabbed him from behind, spun him around to face him and started to lay into him a barrage of punches that appeared as a blur of limbs and colors. Titanium Man started to feel his armor warp under the pressure it was being put in, if he didn't do something soon then he would soon have no weapon to use against him. As Titanium began to lift into the air from the raw force of the blows, he soon charged his center with fire like green energy and blasted Blueman into a wall.

"Finish him, Boris," Wilton yelled at him with all the urgency of a cat worried about being drowned. "Before he gets back up."

That was when a 9mm pistol smacked into her head, knocking her out. Before Boris could respond to his superior's situation the Blueman rushed him, smacking the two of them through a wall and out into the street. Lucky for Blueman the street was practically deserted at this point of the night. Sadly for him practically was not literally and a small young man had his phone out in seconds, ringing the police with all the subtlety of teen finding out about the birds and the bees. Then when he was finished that he ran back further away from the fight but still close enough for the camera on his phone to grab video footage of what was happening.

With seconds Pat was hitting the armor with savage blows, sending him into a new unoccupied car with each blow. The armored man responded with a singular beam blast from his hands before the emitters were smashed in by the vigilante, breaking not only the gauntlets but also Boris' hands beneath them.

"Who do you work?" The hooded vigilante screamed at his downed foe. His answer was a simple no. If by no you meant beam attack coming from the armor's chest piece. The Blueman was blasted back into what remained of the wall, his back cracking it with a sound that reminded the two fighters of crunchy corn flakes.

"Many more intimidating people than you, have tried to get Boris to talk," The larger man boasted, Pat could nearly feel his contempt for him in the words that he spoke. "You little man doesn't stand a cold chance in hell"

Cold. that was an interesting choice of words. It reminded Pat of the one Iron Man film he had watched, that come out some years before his arrival in this world. The early suits in that film had a problem, a problem that the Blueman could make a unique use of at this moment.

"Tell me?" Pat asked him running to the side of the Titanium Man. "How did they solve the ice problem." Before Boris could send another blast at him, he took a deep breath, his cheeks expanding from the effort and then he blew. The icy force of this first frosted the streets, then iced them along with all of the remaining car windows. Soon the slick metal armor became white in the ice itself and its movement became stiffer.

Then the young blue man walked slowly towards the still form of Boris, the chest plate growing brighter every second. That was when Pat shoved him to the floor, causing the blast that Boris was changing to be sent straight up into the sky. Then further ice breath was used on the still workable legs of the suit, freezing them until the gyros stopped working. The chest piece began to glow once more, Boris was rolling along the floor attempting to get an angle that would allow him to hit the blue vigilante. This was stopped from working anymore by the fingers that were now jammed in around the glowing center of the armor, they inched into Boris' power supply with the ease one has when cutting cheese.

"What is this?" Pat asked out loud, not really speaking to the man on the floor. "Seems familiar," He chuckled at Boris, who was still struggling in his suit. "Not just copying the suit are we"

With that, the Pat left him there, due to the man's seeming inability to move without a power source. He made himself back into the warehouse, through one of the massive holes he and Boris had left in it during the fight. Part of him was expecting for the Rebecca person to have escaped in the fight but thankfully for him, Matt had come deal with that issue, for she was tied up with some police straps and rope.

"He dealt with?" Matt asked of his nighttime colleague. "Because if not, I can't help you." The two shared an awkward chuckle, neither really understanding each other enough yet to share many jokes.

"He's not going anywhere without this." I held the still glowing circular power supply.

"What's that?"

"I think it might be an Arc Reactor"

Their talk was interrupted by the blaring of sirens. Matt picked up their captive, hoping that to get the knowledge he failed to get from the absent brothers out of this mysterious person. While the Blueman himself, keep a grip on the glowing piece of trouble firmly in his hand, thinking it was a far more important sign of things to come than his companion did. Because was a sign that soon the big boys would be coming and when they did Pat could only hope that he was strong enough to stand by himself.

Author's Note: Don't expect this to be the last we see of Boris. I imagine that many of you have guessed that he would be coming earlier, with the hint I dropped two or three chapters ago. I hope I did that fight some justice, it was after all the first generation of the Titanium Man suit that has appeared in this world. I partially based it on the design of the suit that appeared in the Iron Man games that came out several years ago.