The news press was up in flames. Week after week one person came up on the front page, he was known as The Match. The one part that was suspicious was only one person seemed to get to the scene as soon as the others, that was Ron. Ron had always got the story before anyone else. Ron was even able to catch The Match in action. The Match was a self-proclaimed hero who was covered with fire arms from head to toe, and on big knife resting in his right boot. He had a dark yellow skin tight Kevlar suit with a red arrow pointing downwards across the chest. The eye protectors were fashioned out bulletproof glass that seemed to reflect any light that hit them.

was reading an article about The Match while considering whether to regret paying Ron his 4 months of pay in advanced, or relax in his decision; after all, the Gotham Herald was becoming the go to newspaper for every citizen. He was still suspicious of Ron and what he reasoned was Ron's partner getting him the news. But why did Ron need 4 months of pay in advanced if he just does what he does already? Why was this Match person working with Ron anyway? How did Ron get to know The Match? Why doesn't Ron turn him in? There were too many questions to be answered right now. didn't bother himself with answers any way, all he had to worry about was the police force. wanted this Match person stopped to, He just didn't want Ron proclaiming The Match as a hero, and Ron was doing just that. After all, The Match was killing criminals, as described by Ron, "The Match is someone who gets rid of Gotham's more hated scum (low tide criminals). He disposes of them, killing them, and in turn makes Gotham a safer place". The GCPD didn't like it, and neither did .

The Match was getting more dangerous every day. As the death toll of convicted criminals rose, so did Match's fame. Even with all the people hating The Match, Ron still titled him a hero. was no detective, but he was the boss, he could get any information from his employees, and Ron and The Match were his top priority. "Ron! Get in here now!" hollered wildly, some people even stopped and looked at the head boss in astonishment. "No problem boss!" Ron responded. Ron walked casually to and his work space. "Who is The Match?" the boss demanded. "No idea" Ron answered. "I don't want any games! Who is The Match? How do you know him? Why are you helping him?" shouted, one or two people outside the office stopped again, this time at the volume the boss let out. "I don't know anything! I just find him in the act!" Ron explained. "I know you are working with someone, who is it?" shouted, not lowering his voice. "I am just as confused as you! I don't know anything, if I did, I would have put it in the articles, and I know nothing!" Ron responded wildly, at the same volume as his boss. "Then why are you, the only person who is able to catch him in his act?" zeroed in. "Ask him! After all, I am one of the better known writers of this paper! Maybe he wants me to know about him because a lot of people read my articles! He's an idiot, I agree!" Ron tried to explain. Maybe Ron was right, after all, it would make sense for a "hero" to go get more recognized by getting famed writers to write about their name, thought for a second.

"You might be right, Ron, I'm sorry I have doubted that you would be helping a crazed vigilante." apologized, "Now go". Ron stormed out of the office angry, how could think he was The Match? Ron just got lucky with the stories because whoever this Match person was, they chose him to write the articles. Ron headed home and left the building. On the streets, a piece of The Gotham Herald flew right into him. Ron stopped in his tracks. He opened up the page and looked at the article, wrote by Jack Ryder, it was titled: "KILLER CROC ESCAPES PRISON", Ron continued to read it while other pedestrians walked by. The article explained that Killer Croc had broken out of Arkham Asylum underground and is currently roaming the sewers underneath Gotham. Ron tucked the paper into his pocket, and began to walk back home.

Ron unlocked the door to his apartment; he lives alone after his fiancée had left him for another man. Ron was heartbroken for the weeks to follow; he found no sense in living. That was until the Arkham riots ensued and he found something to chase. Ron removed anything from his apartment that involved his backstabbing fiancée, and tried to forget about her completely. Ron entered his room. Confident with himself, he walked to a locked closet, and took out a key. He quickly looked around his shoulder to make sure that no one was looking, even though he lived alone. A satisfying click opened the closet. Inside on the door was a list of convicted criminals, some with an X beside them. Facing Ron was a dark yellow suit with a red arrow on the chest that is pointing downwards. The eyes shone beautifully against the light, various firearms piled underneath the suit, and a big, shining knife stuck in the side of the right boot. Ron took out the news article, and circled Killer Crocs picture, adding him to the list on the door, with a star beside the name. "You're next" Ron muttered.

To be continued…