AN: I was watching Marvel's Daredevil when the idea suddenly hit me. It's probably been done before, but what if Zuko were a crime-fighting vigilante? This is the result. This will be a long series of short chapters. Leave a review, let me know what you think!
Book 1: Justice
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shipping delay
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"You've brought the shipment?"
"You bet we did, Warden. Where's our payment?"
The Warden nods to an Imperial Guard, who brings over a large wooden crate. He opens it to show a collection of long hollow metal poles attached to tanks of oil and a trigger system. "Firelances. Military models."
The gang boss, known as the Duke, whistles. "Those are some sweet lances."
"Remember, street rat," growls Warden. "This is an exchange of goods. You continue with your shipments, and I guarantee you will be suitably rewarded. However, if I find that you miss a delivery, or if your tongue is too loose . . ."
"Yeah, yeah, a deal's a deal, Warden," replies the gangster. "The Duke is a man of his word, ya know."
"How many acquired this time?"
The Duke opens the back door of a large steamwagon, showing cages holding children. "Sixteen young boys, like you asked, refugees fresh off the streets of Lower Ring."
"Good. Deliver the shipment to the coal mines outside the Lower East Gate. You are dismissed."
On a rooftop above, a crouching figure rises to his feet.
Two dao swords silently slip out of their sheaths. His blood is boiling.
The city of New Sozin, known long ago as the legendary city of Ba Sing Se, is a different animal in the dark. Though the name has changed and Fire Nation flags have flown here for many years, everyone who lives here knows the truth, deep in their bones.
Ba Sing Se will never change. It always was, and always will be, a city of walls and secrets.
In the daylight it can hardly be seen, as the soldiers and the flags and the oppressive glint of metal walls declare the Fire Nation's supremacy. But the darkness erases appearances and brings out everyone's true nature. Peasants become criminals, Imperial soldiers become corrupt goons, merchants become smugglers, nobles become slave traders. This city is sick, diseased, rotting from the heart.
It needs a cure.
He's not arrogant enough to believe that he could be the cure, but he thinks he could be a start. Two swords and a mask, nothing special. But maybe it's enough—just enough to spit in Emperor Ozai's face.
The Blue Spirit jumps from the rooftop, vengeance burning in his veins.
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