Home Part 1: Shattered Peace
Matthew and Jade Spectre's Apartment, Gotham City, 6:53pm, 25th of April, 2015:
P.O.V: Jade 'Cheshire' Spectre née Nguyen
"Ooh...hmmmm." I groan out in discomfort as I softly rest my hand on my left boob. Pregnancy is a bitch and it's only going to get worse from here...but it will be worthwhile while in the end. Thank God for maternity leave. Real civilian work is a godsend compared to what I used to do, so I can't complain but I do thank the person who invented maternity leave, they are now and forever will be, my hero. This baby was never planned, how could it be...Matt told me that being the host to Zarathos had caused him to basically be infertile. Getting the answers as to why this happened was an awkward endeavour, especially when the answers came from Zarathos of all people. He told us that since becoming the Ghost Rider, Matt has in a state of being alive and dead, at the same time. He was living and breathing but he couldn't die either, nor pass on life...so to speak. He continued to say that with Matt's resurrection after what happened with Lilith five years ago, the Heavenly Fire had returned to Zarathos and this allowed both him and Matt to return to the 'mortal plane'. This, in turn, had relieved Matt of his undead state and his infertility. Hearing all of this from a feared and terrifying being as he basically explains conception and miracle pregnancy to you was something that I can effectively say as the strangest moment of my life. I break from my thoughts as I relax and rest my head back on the lounge, hoping for the tenderness to dissipate. "This is Vicki Vale, reporting love from GCPD headquarters. Earlier tonight, the police were called to a scene in Old Gotham where the bodies of 27 men were found. The men were identified and had several connections to the Black Mask Crime Syndicate and also the illegal human trafficking ring, simply known as the Orphans. While details of the massacre are still unknown, sources from GCPD have confirmed that the signature mark white skull of the Punisher was sighted at the scene. While other details are still unknown at this current point, Commissioner James Gordon has ordered a press conference to address the people of Gotham of the massacre." My focus is drawn to the TV as I move myself to sit up. I hear the door open as I turn my head and see Matt walk in, I smile lovingly at him as he passes me by. "Well, hello, điển trai." I say with a suggestive smile as he returns with a smirk and kisses me. "Hello to you too, xinh đẹp. He says before resting his hand on my stomach. His eyes close as I look down and see a light blue flicker of Heavenly Fire. "Hmm...she's holding strong. She's going to be a little spitfire, I promise you." He says jokingly a si playfully swat. "Please...you are bad enough, two of you...I shudder at the thought." I say as he laughs and kisses me on the head before walking to the kitchen. "How was your day?" He asks before taking out some leftover Chinese and heating it up. "It was alright before you did that." I say with a slight frown. "What?" He questions back but I roll my eyes and give him a disappointed glare. His eyes shift to the empty leftover box and his eyes widen at my implication. "Oh...I'm sorry, honey. While Vietnamese is alright, Chinese is just slightly better and by the looks of it...you are the last of it." He says as I scowl and grab a pillow and throw it at him. "Hey! What was that for?" He asks but I turn away from him and face the TV, ignoring him.
Matt walks over to the couch and stands just outside my peripheral, I roll my eyes as I edge away from him. He sighs and kneels on the floor before me, causing me to turn to face him...what is going on is that head of his? "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that Chinese was better than Vietnamese...that was rude and inconsiderate of me...can you forgive me, em yêu?" He says dramatically but still lovingly as he lowers his head on my hand. I drop my angry gaze and smile happily at him. "Of course, I forgive you. I can't sleep without my pillow to keep me company." I say jokingly as he smiles and crashes into the couch and pulls me in close to him. I laugh as he begins plastering me with kisses to my neck and temple. "Matt, stoooop." I say with no real heat as he chuckles and continues to do so. "How can I stop...you're too beautiful to let go." He says lovingly as I roll my eyes with mock exasperation and face him. "Such a charmer." I say...we gaze into each other's eyes before softly crashing our lips together passionately. Breaking away, he rests his head on mine as we stare into each others eyes, lovingly. "What would my life be without you?" He says as I smile and peck his lips again. "Very boring, I imagine." I say as he laughs. "I would guess so, too." He says just as the microwave alarm goes off. "Can I please get my Chinese?" He asks as I lock galre at him. "Sure...but next time, you're getting more Vietnamese or you're sleeping on the couch." I say as he gets up and walks into the kitchen. A mock look of horror on his face. "My God, what could compel you to speak such evil?" He says jokingly as I smile and shake my head at his antics. My focus is back on the TV, which is now showing James Gordon, on a podium before a sea of reporters.
"Earlier tonight, a terrible scene of violence and murder was found and investigated in Old Gotham. Detectives have reported that 27 individuals have been identified and have been found to have connections to the Black Mask Crime Syndicate and the illegal trafficking group, the Orphans. While details are sparse right now, I can confirm that military grade, armour piercing rounds were used and a white skull was identified as the call sign of the vigilante known as the Punisher." Gordon explains as dozens of reporters begin asking questions over the top of one another. "Commissioner...do these murders have anything to do with the Highway Incident that happened outside of Metropolis in February?" One reporter asks as Matt comes back with his food. "The incident near Metropolis was outside of GCPD jurisdiction but we are working with the FBI and Metropolis PD in uncovering and tracing the Punisher's movements." Gordon replies back as I gaze at Matr from the corner of my eye, seeing him eat his food without even acknowledging what is being said on the TV. "Not worried?" I ask him as he turns to me. "About what?" He says and I huff in annoyance. "Don't play me as an idiot, Matt. I know that Frank wasn't the only one involved in what happened tonight. If the police find out that you had a hand in what happened then that's going to find it's way into League hands...and I don't want the League to come knocking on my door, thank you very much." I say with annoyance as I cross my arms and turn away from him.
He sighs and places his food on the coffee table before moving closer to me, clasping my hand in his. "Jade...I wasn't there tonight. I arrived at the warehouse after Frank was done. He told me that the Shadows were overseeing a transfer out of the city." He says as my eyes and face him. Before I can speak a word, he interrupts me. "Don't worry, Frank was able to pick them off without trouble and the Shadows have no idea about your whereabouts, none whatsoever. The only people that know are the ones that we trust completely...I promise." He says as I wipe the frightened tears out of my eyes. Even years after having my name, history, everything cleared and built up again...I still hold fear that the Shadows and by extension RA's Al Ghul will find me...I have nightmares a the thought of them finding me and doing whatever they desire to me. Matt, sensing my distress, pulls me into a comforting hug as I cry. "I promise you, Jade. The Shadows have no idea as to where you are and they never will." He says confidently which does ease my worry but I know...sooner or later, the life always comes back. Whether it's for good...or for worse.
"What about the Ghost Rider? Eyewitness accounts of the figure have dramatically dropped in the lolasy few years. Gotham remembers how the ethereal vigilante ran through criminals and the corrupt a few years ago. Are you, Commissioner, worried that he might be returning, and possibly in league with the Punisher?" I hear Vicki Vale says as I braka from Matt and focus back on the press conference. "That's a good question, Ms. Vale. While the GCPD has had run-ins with the Ghost Rider in the past, we are unprepared and outmatched by the Ghost Rider meta abilities and firepower...and it's my job to report that it's the Justice League's recommendation that classes the Ghost Rider as a Class 4 threat level and should never be, under any circumstances approach, threatened or interacted with. And I'm sorry but that's all I have for now." Gordon finishes and begins to leave, the reporters all clamour to get some more out of him but the police commissioner is already gone. The TV is muted as I turn and see Matt get up and walk his finished plate to the sink... silently. "Matt?" I worriedly question him but he doesn't answer me. The faucet is turned on as running water starts to fill the sink. I get to my feet with some effort and approach him. "Người yêu?" I ask a so wrap my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his shoulder. "Is it the news? About what Gordon said?" I also as he nods his head. I notice the water rising a bit to high as I turn it off and raise my hand to his cheek. Turning him to face me, I see the angry look on his face but also the sadness im them as well. "I know that me methods aren't well received...especially by some of those up tight bastards on the League...but it still hurts to know...that I'm considered a threat. I know that I'm not the most stable person...but I would have thought that they would see me, not as a monster, but someone that just wants to protect people. Maybe it's wishful thinking...but it doesn't make the pain any less hurtful." He says as I cup his cheeks and raise his eyes to meet mine. "You don't have to prove anything to anyone...especially not to the League. You are not a monster. You are Matthew Spectre. You are more than just the Ghost Rider...you are a friend, a brother...a husband and a father to be. The League might think you are a threat but fuck them...their opinion means jack to me so why should I care. I see you for who you are and I love you for who you are...desperate the flaws." I say lastly with a smirk as he raises an eyebrow and lifts me up onto the counter. "Matt..." I say with shock as he softly gropes my hips, his nose is running against my hair as I feel his soft, heavy breath on my face. I feel the tightness in my core. Damn pregnancy hormones...but this one, I don't complain about much. Sometimes it's annoying when it she middle of the night...but other times...like these...it's like out honeymoon all over again.
"Flaws, hmm?" He questions quietly as his left hand drops to my leg and edges up under my shirt...feeling his rough hands on my skin causes me to softly moan at his touch. I'm getting more worked up by the sending and his suggestive tone and wandering hand is not doing me any favors. "Yes...they complete you." I say with a moan as his hand brushes over my breast, the earlier tenderness gone, leaving only hardness and eagerness to be fulfilled. "And you love me all the same?" He says as hand drops down from my stomach past my pant line and onto my core. I moan loudly when he gently rubs his thumb through my folds. "Yes...right there. Ahh, that's it...right there. Yes...I love you all the same." I say as I throw my head back with a crying moan as he lifts me from the counter and lays me on the island, he fits himself in between my thighs as he pulls his shirt off, revealing his honed muscles and scarred body. His gaze down at me, before reaching up and removing my shirt. I lift my arms to better help him pull them off. "And I love you. Desperate your flaws...I don't want to love anyone else...but you." He says...I swoon internally at his declaration but I'm horny and it's his fault, he started it and now he can finish it. "That's good to hear...but I think I'll need a physical demonstration to back that up, just so there can be no doubt...please?" I say seductively as my fingers roam over his toned abs, earning me a growl of pleasure from him. He heaves me up off the counter and carries me to the bedroom, gently placing me on the king size bed. "Người yêu, it will be my genuine pleasure." He growls softly...ah, the sound of his voice sends a euphoric tingle right down my spine. Our neighbours downstairs are going to hate us tomorrow...oh well, tough luck for them.
*Time Jump*
Walmart, Uptown Gotham, 3:47pm, 12th of June, 2015:
I carry a grocery basket as I walk up and down the aisle of the Walmart. While I wish Matt was here to help me out, but he is at work. While we don't technically need money, not since from the many contracts that I took as my time as an assassin, we could technically love our lives without ever working, etc. But Matt was adamant of making something of himself and doing something other than being the Ghost Rider, so he applied to work at a bike and auto repair shop near the apartment. When I asked him why, he simply told me that he wanted to be normal again. I felt that really connect with me because it made me realise that it was him and his help that got me to where I am, free from my past and free to live normally. Matt has been the host of Zarathos for a decade, I can imagine that some sense of normalcy would be appreciated.
I grab some bagels and drop them into the carrier, I go to continue my shopping but I was hit by a massive throbbing in my head...the migraines come and go but when they arrive, they are a pain in the ass. I shake the pain away and continue my hopping but I feel a tingle run down my back and not the good kind...I haven't felt this in five years, not since I left the life behind. Being an assassin causes you to forge a sixth sense...a sense of impending danger or threat...and I feel it now. Looking back down the aisle, I just see normal people going about their day, the tingle gets worse as I look around and try to find the source but I come up empty...it's getting harder to breathe and my heart is pumping a million miles an hour. "Miss...are you ok?" A kind voice calls out as I break from my thoughts and turn to see a young man gazing at me worriedly. I get my breathing back under control and look around, the tingle is gone and I begin to relax from my near panic attack. "Yes, I'm sorry. I just thought I saw someome." I say but to the young man, who nods his head at my reasoning. "Do you want me to call someone, call the cops or something?" He asks but I shake my head. "No thank you, I'm ok now. Thank you for asking, I appreciate your help." I say to him as he smiles gratefully. "Ok, hope you have a good day, ma'am." He says before walking off. I breathe deeply before continuing on my way.
I had got everything and I was making my way to the bus stop. I watch as dozens of cars drive about, maybe even a hundred. Hundreds of people going about their day, without even a mear thought of what truly goes on in the world. Being normal is not as easy as it seems, especially not for someone like me. Being normal used to be a dream but now that I'm here...I feel so out of place, like I don't belong. "Nice day out, isn't it, little girl?" My eyes widen at hearing his voice, I turn my head slowly and see him sit himself next to me, without a care in the world. I narrow my eyes and carefully place my hand on the concealed sai. "What do you want, Crusher?" I growl at him, annoyance and anger lacing my voice. "Who said that I want something?" He replies back as I roll my eyes at his deflection. "You always want something...you never don't want something." I say back to him as he chuckles darkly. "I taught you too well." He says, almost like he's remembering a good memory, I socff at the thought and get up... deciding to walk home. "Hey. Where do you think you're going?" He says as he quickly grabs my arm but I pull out the sai and level it against him. "Let go...or I'm going to take something that I know you're going to miss." I say as we both look down and see that I have the sai pointed at his crotch. He lets go of my arms and backs away slowly, I move towards himannf level the sai to the underside of his jaw. "You ever come near me again...I'll kill you." I say threateningly and with all of my hate and rage at the man in front of me. He smirks with a cocky smile and steps away. "You light have abandoned the life, little girl but it will never leave you. You know it, I know...and I'm sure your husband knows it too." He says but I had my fill of his talk and walked away. "You might want to think about what you want, little girl. The Light isn't done with you yet, and that baby...well, it's only a matter of time. Shadows have to train them young, you know how it goes." He says lastly to me which forces me to stop, my eyes widen at the implication that he knows but how could he? I'm not far enough along to make it obvious that I am pregnant but how could he...my eyes widen at realising that they are watching me, this whole time...I thought I got away but they were always here...waiting. I turn my head slowly, almost like I am about to go back and confront him but it would be pointless, he would never talk...never. i shallow my fear about how revelation and continue walking home.
Matthew and Jade Spectre's Apartment:
I get home and hurriedly make my way through the entire until and lock every door, window and cover every vent. I scour the room and to my shock and horror, I find four seperate bugs, hidden away. I pace around the living room, w full on panic attack happening. I collapse against the wall as I cry...everything... everything that me and Matt tried to make work. We hid away from public eye, we didn't draw attention...Matt and Batman garunteed that my history and record was purged and that a new identity was made. There is nothing that could have led them to me...nothing left of Jade Nguyen that could have hinted the Light to my location. I wipe my tears away as I pull my phone and call Matt. The dial echoes in the apartment as I sob in the corner. "Hey, honey. What's up?" He calls joyfully and it just brings a new wave of teases out my eyes. He sounds happy, like everything is right with the world and that nothing is workg in our day to day lives. But it's only now that I realise that it's a lie. The life never left...we didn't leave it behind. I knew that Mate had partnered up with Frank and Blade...and on occasion mey up with Blake and Raquel, just to see where the League and Team were on their 'mission'. While I don't have anything against him doing that...it scares me just how much we have lied to ourselves, thinking that everything was fine...but it's not. And it never will.
"Jade...what's wrong?" Matt asks over the line as I sniffle my tears away. "Matt...can...sniff...can you come home? Please?" I sob to him and not a moment later. "Of course...I'm on my way." I can hear the seriousness in his voice, but also traces of Zarathos in his voice as well. Matt hangs up the phone and I just sob into my knees, holding myself together...my arms and legs feel like jelly...my shoulders tightening, like the weight of the world was put on them...and in a way, they are.
P.O.V Change: Matthew 'Ghost Rider' Spectre
As soon as I ended the call, I dropped my tools and made my way to the staff room. "Spectre! The fuck you doing?" The garage owner shouts at me but I ignore him, grab my jacket and keys and run outside to my bike. "Spectre! Get your ass back here, boy!" The owner continues his rant but I kick start the engine and speed off towards home. I feel Zarathos fuel hellfire into the bike to further increase the speed, cutting the time it takes to get home in half. When Jade called, the last thing that went through my mind was that she would be crying and sobbing and asking me to come home. No reason, no hint as too why...but I couldn't care less. She is either going through a mood swing and just wants me to comfort her, and there's nothing wrong with that...something tells me that something has shook her up...scared her half to death. "Matthew, you got cops." Zarathos tells me as I look over my shoudr and see a squad car blasting it's lifts and sirens, chasing me down the street. I growl in aanoynace at the cop and turn sharply to the underground passes. "Better put the pedal to the medal then." I say as Zarathos fuels more Hellfire into the bike, while I don't change physically into the Ghost Rider, the bike certainly bursts into flames, leaving scorch marks and small fire trails behind me. Screw keeping a low profile, screw fearing what the League will think...fuck whatever the consequences, Jade needs me and I'll be damned if I let some cops keep me from her.
The tight lanes of the under roads made it easier for me to maneuver through the traffic and harder for the cops to get closer to me. After about ten minutes of driving, the cops finally decide to give up and find something else to do. Got to appreciate the minimum effort that Gotham cops put into their job...I'm only glad that it wasn't a unit from Major Crimes...that really would have made my day worse. I arrive at the apartment block and park my bike in my allocated spot. Racing to the lift, I hurriedly pressed the penthouse button and waited for the lift. The doors open and I race to the door and barge into the apartment. "Jade?!" I ask out loud and receive no answer. "Jade! Where are you?" I call out again as I pace around the living room and kitchen. As I come out of the kitchen, I notice something weird on the dining table, walking over...I recognise it as a covert bug...but not one, but three separate bugs...who the fuck has been in my home? I push the bugs out of my mind and approach the bedroom. Before I open the door, I hear the shower running and I march into the bedroom and to the ensuite, almost dreading what I'll find. "Jade?" I call out again as I open the bathroom door and see Jade, fully dressed, sitting in a fetal position as the water rains down onto her. I relax my posture, seeing how I see no physical danger...I walk over and she shows no indication that she notices me. I turn the shower off and pull the curtain back, still no response. "Jade..." I say as I kneel down and take her hand on my own, her eyes break away from the wall and turn to me...her eyes tear up and she just crumbles. I hold her close to comfort her, letting her bawl her eyes out as much as she needs. "Shh...it's ok, it's ok. I'm here...I'm here." I whisper softly to her but she sniffles and shakes her head.
"No...it's not ok. They know, they have always known. They are going to take her from me. He said that they will." She says frantically but I cup her face and raise her eyes to mine. "Who? Whose 'he'? Whose 'they'?" I say with an angry growl. Someone has threatened my wife and by what Jade is saying...take Luna as well. Whoever they are...they made an enemy today, that I promise you. "Crusher...Sportsmaster. He found me and told me that I should think about what I want. He told me that it's only a matter of time and that the Light are not finished with me. He...sniff...said that the Shadows will take my baby. As soon as I left, I came home and checked the rooms and I found the bugs...one in the living room, one in the kitchen and the last one in the bedroom. They have been watching us, Matt...this whole time, they have watching and waiting. They're going to take our baby...please...sniff...don't let them take our baby." Jade cries out and I feel my own dam break at seeing this strong woman, the love of my life... completely break down in fear and terror of what has transpired. I feel the tears stream down my face as I tighten my hold on her, silently telling her that I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. While I comfort Jade, I feel the intense rage boiling up within me. It's been years since I have felt that level of rage and hate. Who the fuck does Sportsmaster think he is? To come here, to my home and threaten my wife and my child...no...this will not be forgotten. I made a promise to Artemis to leave Sportsmaster be, let him be the League's problem. He's not the League's problem anymore...he is right back to the top of my 'to fucking kill-list'. But if I know Sportsmaster like I do, he'll know that Jade would inform me about what happened...he'll be on the earliest plane that he can get, and get right on out of this city.
I broke from my thoughts as I lifted Jade up out of the bathtub. "Come on...let's go to your mom's. I think it'll be best if we stay there tonight." I say to her as she nods and walks out of the bathroom. I sigh in tiredness and aggravation of what has happened over the last hour. Finding out that Sportsmaster was here, in Gotham, was bad enough. But to approach Jade and to go as far as to threaten her and Luna. I will not stand for that. And the Shadows...to have to gall to bug my home. Where I sleep, where my wife sleeps...that's too far...or they have simply forgotten exactly who thee fuck I am. "The Shadows have overstepped their bounds. Sportsmaster too. With some time and focus...I might be able to locate their base of operations within the city. They must have base somewhere here if they are keeping a close eye on you and Jade." Zarathos says to me as I raise my head and see him in the sink mirror, gazing back at me. "Shadows haven't been on my mind for a few years, the three that me, Tank and Blade ran into were the first in two years. I've been more focused on Lilith, Kurse and their vampire, demon cronies." I say to Zarathos who nods his head in understanding. "I understand your reasoning. Logical speaking, Lilith is the more important target and bigger threat. Logically speaking, we should stay focused on her...but I care not for logic." Zarathos says with a growl as I turn my gaze fully onto him, a little bit surprised by his declaration. "They threatened Jade, and her child. The child is innocent and the League of Shadows dare to think that they can take her and mold her into a slave...I will not have it. Whatever you decide Matt, I'll stand with you, it's your choice in the end." He says as I nod at his offer as I walk out of the bathroom. "I just need some time to think." I think back to Zarathos as I help Jade pack some clothes. "Take as much time as you need, my friend." He says before retreating back into my subconscious. "Got everything." I ask Jade who nods her head and walks out of the room and towards the front door.
Paula Crock's Apartment, Gotham City:
P.O.V: None
KNOCK KNOCK
Matt knocks on the door, waiting for the occupant to answer. After about a moment, the door opens, revealing Paula Crock. She goes to say something but the downcast look on Matt's face and the tear streaked face of her daughter, Jade, tells Paula all that needs to be said. "Come in, quickly." She says as she opens the door and wheels towards the living room. Jade follows her mother while Matt locks the door and begins closing all the apartment blinds and locking all the windows. He comes back and sees Paula hugging Jade who falls into the embrace. "Oh baby, it's going to be ok. We'll sort this out. What you need is a good night's sleep. We'll talk about this in the morning, ok?" Paula says to Jade who nods and hugs her mother again. Matt leans against the wall as he watches Jade head to the guest room and closes the door. "I thought we were past this. Why can't they just leave us alone?" Paula asks aloud as she wheels into the kitchen, Matt follows close behind her. "I'm sorry Paula. This is my fault." Matt says which causes Paula to turn sharply at him. "No...no, my boy. This is not your fault. You have done right by Jade, and I couldn't be more proud of the two of you. This is all Lawrence's fault and his damn Light." Paula growls as she pours two cups of tea. Passing one to Matt, who thanks her for the cup, the two of them sit in the kitchen as they contemplate. "What are you going to do?" Paula says, seeing the fire in Matt's eyes flicker in the darkness. "Jade doesn't deserve this. She deserves to live life without looking over her shoulder. I thought...we thought that we did but it was a lie that we told ourselves. We forgot what and who are past entails. With the baby...we thought everything was perfect, we were happy and Sportsmaster and the Shadows just have to come in and tear our world apart." Matt says as he looks up at the ceiling and sighs loudly, beofre.lokking back at Paula. "Please make sure that she's ok." He asks her as she smiles and nods in affirmation. Matt gets up and walks towards the front door. "Where are you going?" She asks him which causes him to look over his shoulder. "We both know where I'm going...and what I'm about to do." Matt says back as he continues on his way. "Matt..." Paula calls out one more time, Matt turns and faces her as she wheels into the living room. "...give them hell." Paula growls out which makes Matt smirk and nods his head. Matt exits the apartment and makes his way to the garage...he has a job to do tonight...and he won't stop until it's done.
As soon as Matt walked out of the apartment, Paula turned and wheeled herself to the guest rooms, checking up on Jade. Entering the old double bedroom where Jade and Artemis used to sleep as children, Paula holds back a tear as she sees Jade, in her old bed, facing toward the wall where her old Alice in Wonderland Cheshire Cat poster is still up. Paula positions herself behind Jade who shows no sign of noticing Paula. "Jade...?" Paula begins to say but Jade interrupts her. "Matt left, didn't he?" Jade asks which Paula nods her head to. "Yes...please don't be upset with him, honey. He's only trying to look out for you and the baby." Paula reasons to Jade who rolls over and faces Paula. "No, I'm not angry. I knew that he was going to go...I'm only mad at the fact that I can't go with him." Jade reasons to Paula as she softly rests her hand over her stomach. The real reason why she didn't go with Matt, clear as day to Paula.
Back on the streets, a Dodge Charger speeds through traffic as it's driver has his eyes focused on the road with a sharp and deadly stare. "If we do this...the League probably won't like it." Zarathos says to Matt who scoffs. "The League thinks of us as a threat. That's fine...they can think that for all I care. But right now, I couldn't give two shits about what they like or don't like. This is going to happen. The Shadows might not know it but they have signed their own death wish. If the League has a problem with what I'm about to do...they can argue with me about it after the fact...but it won't change the outcome nor will it do anything to stop me in the future." Matt replies back to Zarathos, who in the reflection...smiles in anticipation and eagerly waits to be unleashed.
RING RING
RING RING
Matt's phone rings as he looks over and sees, on his dashboard, that it's Bruce Wayne. "The fuck does he want?" Matt groans to himself as he answers the call. "Bruce." Matt simply answers. "Matt...we need to talk. How quickly can you get to Wayne Manor?" Bruce asks. Matt looks to his left and sees Wayne Manor in the distance. "Two minutes. Five, tops." Matt answers before the line is disconnected. Matt makes an angry turn as he makes his way to Wayne Manor... unbeknownst to Bruce Wayne, also known as the hero Batman, Matt is in no mood tonight and he hopes that Bruce doesn't do or say anything to push his buttons...cause he doesn't know whether he be able to keep control if he gets pissed off...and knowing Batman like he does...that's almost a guarantee.
A.N: The next chapter will be the last of the 'catch up' chapters before we get into the canon episodes. I wanted to cover basically Matt's life up until the first episode of season 2, with his raid on the truck with Punisher and Blade, this chapter with his home life with Cheshire and how they have lived for the past 5 years. I hope that covers why it's taking so long to get to the canon episodes, work and personal things have been taking some time out of my writing but trust me, it's going to be good when we get to the canon episodes, so stay tuned.