*KTR Is seen walking into a room with a chair as he holds a mic in one hand and adjusts the sleeves of his shirt with the other.

KTR: So, you want more of the Crimson Vanguard, eh?

*Suddenly a book comes flying into deck KTR in the back of his head, eliciting a cry of pain and a curse. The person who threw the book is revealed to be Jason Todd as he had an annoyed look on his face.

Jason: Of course they want more ya jackass! Be grateful for the amount of Likes and Follows the story got in two days.

KTR: Alright, no need to be a dick about it! (Turns his attention to the audience) wassup viewers! Hope y'all have been having a great day ! If not, hopefully, my story can give you a lil bit of comfort or joy. Thank you for reading the first chapter and waiting for the second one! My mind is fresh with ideas and I feel like striking while the iron is hot so I can release more content for y'all.

Jason: (bluntly)That's just a code word for him saying he wants to put out as many chapters as he can so he can disappear when College Football 25 comes out.

KTR: (Nervously) what! N-no that's not the reason why, I swear I'm in a-a zone! Yea a zone.

Jason: (sigh) anyways onto the story. Disclaimer: KTR doesn't own Batman or My Hero Academia, those are owned by their respective companies and creators.

Chapter 2: (Don't Fear) The Reaper

(Unknown)

Searing pain, that's all Jason felt as his senses were starting to come back to him. He felt as if his whole body was on fire, that every single tendon and molecule that made up his body was dipped in flames as he felt certain parts piecing themselves back together. When he arose from his submersion, all he could remember doing was letting out a blood curling and feeling his mind and sanity completely shatter.

Jason had sprung up from his futon bed, body tensed and gun in hand as well, ready to annihilate whatever stood in his way. Realizing that he was in the confines of his safe house, he let out a sigh that he didn't know that he was holding in as he put down his pistol on the side table. The nightmares had always plagued him ever since he came back, certain times they felt too real and Jason felt like he was living his hell over and over for the expense of someone's humor.

Looking around the room that Jason called his safe house it wasn't anything special, comparable to a studio apartment that you would find everywhere else. However, what was inside of it is what separated it from anywhere else: A fully kitted out armory, containing ammo for his guns ranging from his signature pistols to military assault weapons and munitions. On one side of the room was a workbench where all of his gadgets and gear rested on each side of the table; grapple gun, and metal armor pieces for his chest, forearms, and legs. His helmet also rested on the table as he had tools around it, indicating that he was working on it the night before. One of the final pieces that filled up the room was a table that contained 4 decently sized monitors and held a behemoth of a computer, along with a police scanner as well, indicating that this was the main operations hub that Jason used to plan and execute his nightly activities. The final touches on the safe house was how wired it was in case of intruders, it would blow the whole place to kingdom come if someone wanted to try and raid the place.

Jason made his way to the shower, and as the cold water was running he couldn't help but think of his patrol last night. He'd been in Japan for at least three months, arriving in Musutafu around a week ago. He felt that it was time for him to come home and give the criminal scum a taste of their own medicine with his style of justice, having already dished it out to various crime families in the States and coming back home to Japan, wanting to focus all of his attention and hate towards those who took everything from him. The scowl darkened on Jason's face as he thought of the Yakuza members he dealt with in Tokyo and yesterday at the docks, finding out that they were trying to push more triggers in Japan. Luckily for Jason, it seemed that the trigger in Japan was weaker than the one in the United States, as they also had to deal with the prospect of villains getting their hands on venom as well. Even though he thought that he caught a lucky break, Jason found out there was something else worse going on.

Jason heard rumors from sources all over the underworld that there was a new drug that the Shie Hassaikai was making, something that could take away people's abilities to use their quirks. Jason wanted to call bullshit on it, but with the advances of quirks and science, he wouldn't put it past the realm of possibility for something like that to even exist. He knew he needed to keep gathering more information about it and one of the best ways to do that was to crack down on their drug operations and keep a closer eye on all the organized activities that they are involved in.

As Jason exited the shower, he looked into the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Scars from various weapons and painful incidents were littered around his body, showing the hell he put himself through for his crusade. His jet-black hair was damp, he was secretly loathing the white streak that ran through the locks of his hair, acting as a constant reminder of what happened that day.

As soon as Jason arose from the healing waters of the Lazarus Pit, his sanity had faulted and he ran. He didn't exactly know where he was, but he ran past multiple people and guards who were trying to stop him from taking off and found himself running up a stairway. He must've run up a few flights because, by the time he had finally entered the next room, he was greeted by a strange man who was wearing Arabic robes.

"Relax young man, this is just a side effect from the use of the Lazarus Pit. There is no need to be afraid, we need you to calm down and return downstairs," the strange man said to Jason.

" The v-voices in my head! Argghh it hurts! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Jason cried out in agony as he grabbed his head feeling like there was a grotesque amount of needles that were ablaze and sticking through his head. At this moment it seemed that primal instinct was the only thing that was keeping him conscious right now, unfortunately, it seemed that it would also lead to him going to his fight or flight mode, and right now fight mode was about to activate.

Faster than Jason could see and comprehend, the strange man appeared in front of him before speaking again, "For now, you must rest" is what he said as he gripped the nerve in Jason's neck, making his whole world turn black as he lost consciousness.

Jason can still sometimes feel the burn and pain that lingers from his resurrection from the pit, he could feel his body trying to put together shattered pieces akin to putting the wrong jigsaw parts in a congruent place. Jason knew that he should've stayed dead on that day, but that was trauma to sort out another day.

As soon as Jason had finished throwing on some dark cargo pants and a black tank top, he stared at the board on the wall, his investigation board. This board had pieces of information that were all linked together by threads, showing which pieces of evidence were linked together and points of interest that he should investigate as well. Most of the board was filled up by the Shie Hassaikai and other organized crime groups, but surprisingly enough there was a new piece that Jason put on the board last night.

A picture of the man who was known as the hero killer: Stain was on the board. Jason had a bored look on his face as he was analyzing the picture and putting together the facts in his head. People on the streets were trying to say that Stain and him were of the same breed, working together and killing everyone in their way. When Jason heard this information, he started to let out a sad laugh laced with venom, as that couldn't be more far from the truth. Sure, Jason didn't give a shit when scum like serial killers, rapists, and crazed-out murdering psychopaths got put under, hell he was one of the people who makes sure that they go under. People didn't understand that Jason wouldn't kill just to kill, the wacko villains of the week and small-time muggers and robbers would just get the worst ass-whooping from him, killing them felt like a waste of time and ammo that could be used on someone else.

No, Jason abhorred Stain. His ideology of killing heroes who did it for money and fame was just a bullshit excuse of him trying to justify his murder spree because things didn't go his way. If he wanted to make a real change he would go after the criminals and scum of the underworld. It's not that Jason thought all heroes were perfect examples for society, he thought they were real pieces of work too, and some of them should stop being heroes. His main problem is that even if they weren't Stain's ideal vision of a hero, that hero could still make a difference and save a life, someone who needs help, and that hero could be the reason that they live today. So with Stain having his vendetta on those in heroics, he found a way to make it onto Jason's shit list.

People on that list don't last that long.

(UA Academy)

After seeing his students depart from the metro station, Aizawa made his way back to UA after receiving a message from Detective Tsukauchi that he had some info to share on their vigilante problem. Not only did they have to deal with Red Hood, but they also had to launch an investigation into the hero killer known as Stain. Aizawa looked at one of the reports of Stain's victims and almost broke his coffee mug when he found out that it was none other than Iida's older brother Ingenium. Even though people thought he didn't care for his students as much, Aizawa was quite the opposite. He always observed them and was recently going to confront Iida about his behavior as he saw the changes in his demeanor, even if Iida thought he wasn't watching or worried about it.

As soon as Aizawa opened the door to the room, he was greeted by the sight of Detective Tsukauchi talking with All Might who was in his skinny form. Both men turned their attention towards him and greeted him as Aizawa grabbed a seat and joined in on their conversation. Tsukauchi explained to Aizawa what he was talking about with All Might, how they did forensics on the nomu and found traces of four human DNA samples that made up the nomu, meaning that it used to be a human before it got turned into the monstrosity it is now. The part that made Aizawa's gears turn was that the nomu didn't receive its quirks from birth, but it was given the quirks from someone who can distribute quirks to others. Aizawa started to wonder who the hell had the power to do something as powerful as giving quirks to others. While he was in his state of thought, saw that All Might had a concerned expression on his face and Aizawa decided he'd question him at another time when he felt it was right.

Naomasa started to direct his attention to a different subject, "Now to the other problem at hand, Aizawa what info did you gather about our very violent 'friend'?" Tsukauchi asked Aizawa. Aizawa pulled out his phone and started to pull up the notes and documents on it.

"I went and asked around the other underground heroes in Japan," Aizawa told the other two as he passed his phone to Tsukauchi, "He made a real mark in Tokyo, running a bunch of raids on drug and smuggling operations for the Yakuza. A hero in Tokyo called Shadow Striker said that every time they arrived in the aftermath, most of the equipment and contraband was destroyed or burned. The surprising part to me is that they've found suspects who were left alive, also that sometimes they would even find muggers beaten blue and purple left in alleyways' ' Aizawa explained as Tsukauchi and All Might looked through the pictures and articles about Red Hood. "From this information, we can tell that he doesn't murder every criminal he comes into contact with, but still has hyper-violent tactics and equipment. The real question is why as soon as he gets to Musutafu he leans toward fully eradicating the Shie Hassaikai?" Aizawa questioned as he finished giving the results of his investigation.

Tsukauchi gave the phone back to Aizawa before he gave his response, "Even when we get answers it seems that there's more questions that arise. I recently went digging through some international files to see if he popped up on anyone else's radar. Red Hood grounded himself in the States, so I had All Might go and contact any allies he had in the US." Naomasa finished as he handed it off to All Might who looked directly at Aizawa.

"A friend of mine told me that for about a year, the Red Hood rooted his operations on the east coast of the United States. Exposing sex rings, drug trafficking, and corrupt officials in government. He made a big splash when he took out a major villain and destroyed his whole organization, he was known as the Black Mask." All Might said as he handed a file to Aizawa and had him read all of the Information that Yagi gave to him. His eyes widened when he got to the article about the death of Black Mask, with one word being the catalyst to his realization.

"However," All Might continued, "The one city that he stayed in the longest and ran his violent crusade happened to be where the demise of Black Mask and operations was-"

"Gotham" Aizawa finished off for her as his eyes were shadowed and hidden by his hair. Suddenly Aizawa put the File on the table and stood up abruptly, shocking Tsukauchi and Yagi.

"Aizawa are you all right? Was it something that you saw in the files?" Yagi questioned with concern as he went to check on his colleague.

"What's wrong Aizawa?" Tsukauchi added it as a concern his friend was building, wondering what had him so spooked. Aizawa started to make his way to the door before he stopped to answer their questions.

"…I think I have a lead, and it may just solve our mystery man. I'll let you know what I find and if it's solid enough, focus on finding the hero killer and the villains from the USJ." These were the last words Aizawa said before he left the room, leaving Tsukauchi and All Might as they tried to understand Aizawa's reaction.

"…He knows something, doesn't he?" All Might said as he looked at Tsukauchi with worry on his face. Tsukauchi looked at him with a serious face.

"He sure as hell does. I pray that whatever he knows he'll let us know before he makes a move. For Aizawa… this is illogical and out of character for him." Tsukauchi said as he looked out the window to see the sunset-colored sky.

Outside the room, Aizawa's mind was racing with all of the info he gathered and the realization that came to him. It felt as if life was playing some sick joke on him, just finding a way to twist the knife more and more until it became too much. Aizawa felt as if it was all irrational for him to come to this conclusion, but at the same time, it all lined up and made sense. That's why Aizawa had one last place for him before he confronted his demons head-on.

He hoped that he could withstand jumping back into the hell that he pulled himself out of.

(Hosu City, Day 3 of Internship)

On the Third day of the Internship, the students of UA were hard at work as they tried to absorb and soak up the information from learning under the pro heroes. Others, like Iida for example, had other goals that took priority over everything else. Iida had been gathering evidence and creating a trail for Stain, eventually leading to him finding out the pattern that Stain attacks in. Iida could feel himself getting closer and closer to achieving vengeance on behalf of his brother, the question would be how he could lock down the cold-blooded psychopath.

As Iida walked with his supervising hero known as the Normal Hero: Manual, the older hero couldn't help but strike conversation with the quiet young man, "Sorry that this isn't up to the level of excitement that you expected! It's a lot of easygoing patrolling around this time of day" Manual said to the young speedster as they continued on their patrol.

Iida responded to the pro hero's comment, " No, no it's… what I expected, I like it this way actually," Iida replied to Manual as he thought of how Stain has been able to operate the way he does. Stain is a cold and wrathful murderer, he sticks to staying away from the spotlight and prefers to operate in subterfuge conduct.

Manual stopped walking before he continued their conversation, " Hey I hate to ask this but, you're after the Hero Killer right?" Manual asked this question seemed to gather Iida's attention as he gave his full focus towards the older hero, " I mean it makes sense when you think about all that happened, my agency is the hot spot for his crimes," Manual continued before he stammered at the thought of how this sounds to the young hero in training, "D-don't take it in the wrong way! I'm thrilled to have you here honestly! It's just….." Manual led off after he turned around to think about his next words carefully, hoping that they could help put his anger to rest. Sadly, the words would fall on somewhat "deaf ears" later on.

"Don't let personal motives or vengeful goals lead your life in heroics. Our job is crucial to keep the peace and order in times when people with tainted ideals get power and try to disrupt the peace and lives of others. That being said, we don't have the authority to make arrests or dole out punishments, it's because of how far regulations have gone in society that we are permitted to use our quirks to help. Vigilantism is strictly prohibited and those who work as a vigilante, if caught, face serious consequences." Manual told the young man, " I assume you keep up with the news and heard of the new vigilante that's been popping up as of recently?" the Normal Hero asked Iida as the speedster nodded in reply.

Iida heard of this new vigilante recently through the news and people around his brother's agency, this new rogue known as the Red Hood. His methods were violent and went against the standards and codes of what it meant to be a hero, and needless violence and death that came from that man's confrontations.

Yet at this point, Iida wondered if those things mattered that much anymore.

Iida had seen the results that came with the style of justice that the Red Hood enforced, and it yielded that the criminal population at night was starting to fear him, how you even saw less of what an already small portion of organized crime members can be seen out in the public. Somewhere in the depths of Iida's mind, he wondered if that type of lethal force was justified depending on the victim of it, if it were enacted on people like Stain and those who harm innocent and helpful people, trying to make life worse and destroy families. Do the ends justify the means, does going that route give permanent reinsurance that Stain can't ever hurt anyone again? Iida wished the answer was as clear as black and white but somewhere realistically around in the gray.

Manual jotted Iida's shoulder to get his attention as he seemed to be caught in deep thinking about his resentment towards Stain. Manual started to speak to Iida, "Hey Tenya you alright? You got stuck in deep thought and your hands were shaking," Iida looked down to see his hands slightly trembling, "What I said before is more of me just looking out for you, I'm not trying to make your life harder, just want you to see how we have to handle things to become a pro hero." the Normal Hero finished as he signals for them to continue their patrol as he started walking. Iida looked down again at his hands, still shaking with the hateful venom he carries for the Hero Killer, waiting for the opportunity to claim justice in honor of his brother.

(Hosu City Rooftops) (Later on that day)

As the sky started to take on the golden colors of dusk, people with underground or hidden allegiances tended to prepare for their nightly activities. People like Aizawa or Tsukauchi tend to get their plans together and strategize about accomplishing certain tasks on their agendas. Others like the scum of the night, such as Shigiraki and Stain approach it with a more feral and aggressive style, causing mayhem and terror at any given moment. Then there was Jason, who was lazily resting on the edge of a rooftop and listening to music via his helmet headset communicator. The song in question was a classic that both of his parents, specifically his father, loved listening to when they used to live in Gotham.

" ~Alllll are times have comeeee. Heeerreeeee but now they're gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper, Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain, we can be like they are. Come onnnn baby, don't fear the reaaapeerrrrr~"

This song always brought up a lot of memories with Jason, as he thought back to life before Japan, his family, and one of his favorite moments over in Japan as well, one that brought him back to his better days.

Jason was listening to "Don't Fear The Reaper" on his favorite tree on the UA campus. It was lunchtime and with Midterms approaching Jason took advantage of every moment of peace he could gather. His first year at UA was going better than most, with him finishing in the top three of the UA Sports Festival, and taking his internship with Aizawa sensei, it seemed life was looking up for the young hero. Suddenly the buzz in the back of his skull notified him of the object that was currently hurled in his direction, he then grabbed said object out of the air and realized he was holding onto a sports drink. With a smirk, he cracked open the drink and took a swig before he addressed the perpetrator, "Hey Rumi, was wondering when you were gonna show up." Jason said as he sent a small smile down to one of his best friends in the class.

Rumi Usagiyama was what people called a "devil spawn" in the way of her personality and her temper. She was an average height for a student and stood out with her big white rabbit ears. Her quirk was "Rabbit" basically giving her the abilities of a rabbit and possessing a hellish powerful lower body and amazing hearing. Rumi had a ticked-off look in her crimson eyes that was offset by the smile that she offered back to her friend Jason Todd.

"Of course, you were over here! I looked for you in the classroom, the support room, and the gym. All of that searching just to find you posted in your natural habitat, eh Koma?" Rumi teased the young lad who let off a mirth of laughter due to her response. 'Koma' was the nickname that Rumi gave Jason when they introduced each other. It was short for his middle name 'Komadori' which ironically enough means 'Robin' in English.

"What can I say? I'm a creature of habit, plus the peace is just a bonus that I'm never against." Jason said as he chugged the bottle and then threw it with perfect accuracy to reach the inside of the trash can. Jason sat up on the tree branch before he felt his sixth sense go off and felt a shake on the tree branch to see that Rumi also took a seat right next to him.

"This is my way of giving your 'peace" a middle finger and bringing some mayhem in your life!" Rumi exclaimed as he snatched the music player from Jason's pocket and looked at the song that was playing, " 'Don't Fear The Reaper'? What the hell kinda song is this?" Rumi questioned as Jason sighed and handed the girl his left earbud so they could both listen together. Rumi hummed along to the sounds of the song as she closed her eyes and had a smile on while listening, "This sounds pretty old, where'd you first hear it?" The bunny-themed hero in training asked her friend.

"First heard it with my folks, it was one of their favorite songs. It's about not fearing death and about their love being eternal" Jason said as he thought back to one of his father's favorite songs. Back when they were still a family before the bottle got ahold of his dad.

"Well you should see if you can play this one for me on your guitar, the guitar on here is pretty badass," Rumi replied to the boy who adopted a somewhat annoyed look on his face, "Aw, you don't wanna play a song for lil ol' me?" Rumi teased the boy more before he looked away with a blush.

"Do it yourself, Lola Bunny " Jason replied embarrassedly as the object of his ire started to laugh before she decided to lean against him on the branch.

" So far, so good for a first year. I just wish there was more action! Sometimes training can be a real bore when everyone wants to act like pansies just cause they go against someone stronger than them! Well, things could be worse, couldn't they Koma?" Rumi asked her friend as she leaned into him more and closed her eyes, prompting Jason to give a genuine smile that she'd miss.

"Yeah, I guess you're right about that Rumi. Things could be worse" Jason replied as he closed his eyes too, soaking in the peaceful moment in life.

Sadly things would get worse later on.

Jason thought back to that moment and went through one of his silent moments when he thought about Rumi, of all the precious moments that they had together, whether they were big ones or small ones. Those were memories in which he cherished every moment. He couldn't imagine the pain that he put her through when disappeared half a decade ago, he wondered if she'd forgive him or damn him to hell.

Jason shook those thoughts in his mind as he looked at the horizon of Hosu City. He started up in Tokyo when he first got to Japan, so much of the area was already familiar to him. He easily found out the pattern in which Stain operates and had somewhat of a tendency to hit areas where most of the big-time heroes' attention was on something else, such as how most of his victims were in alleyways and blind corners in deserted areas. Hosu was a stop where a lot of activity was so Jason packed a bag and hopped on his bike for Hosu, staying in one of the abandoned yakuza hideouts that he handled when he stationed himself in the city. Jason planned to do some patrolling while he kept an eye out for Stain and anything related to trigger, so a good little vent session with some drug dealers.

Looking towards the sun he saw that it was slowly becoming covered by the horizon, indicating that it was time for Jason to start working. Releasing a sigh, Jason swung his body up as he tapped a small button on the right side of his helmet that changed his music to the active police scanner where he heard all the activity. "Dispatch this is Unit 9-3, we have a lead following that money laundering business on the Southwestern side of Hosu City, preparing to stakeout, over." Jason cracked his neck as he looked towards that district which wasn't but a few miles away, luckily going from rooftop to rooftop would cover the distance. Jason fished out a beaten-up music player and decided to change the tempo as he readied his grapple gun.

(Now Playing: Main Offender by The Hives)

"Showtime," Jason said as he pointed and fired at the water tower on the next building across with his grapple. Jason was ready to start his night and hoped that he could put a loser serial killer out of everyone's way.

(Hosu City) (Later at night)

'No! This is bad!' were some of the thoughts that were racing inside the mind of Izuku. After the explosions and Nomu assaulted Hosu City, Deku went on looking for Iida as he put two and two together that he was looking for the Hero Killer Stain. When he found the Hero Killer ready to kill Iida, Izuku made it just in time to lay a surprising strike on the serial killer, saving Iida from his untimely demise. Seeing that it was only him and needing to protect Iida and the unconscious pro-hero, Izuku readied himself to fight against Stain. Using his discovery of full cowling, Izuku was able to land another hit on the Hero Killer, slightly raising his confidence in his fight, Izuku thought he might've had a chance.

Unfortunately for the successor of One For All, he was then paralyzed by Stain, finding out that his blood was on the blade that Stain possessed, letting the Hero Killer use his quirk, which paralyzes anyone he wants just by licking their blood. Izuku and Iida were both now incapacitated on the ground and Stain was making his way to finish off Iida. Izuku cursed himself as Shoto might not make it in time since his text was so sudden, that he didn't know if it was enough time for the dual quirk user to make it to them in time.

"Because of your focus being on protecting others rather than having it all about yourself, I'll spare you for now, you have the heart of a real hero. Your friend? Well, he's about to join the rest of these frauds and pretend to be heroes." Stain stated coldly as he made his way to Iida with his blade ready to finish the job. All Izuku could do was watch in horror as Stain stalked over to his friend trying to end his life. Iida himself had a look of rage and remorse on his face, angry that he wouldn't be able to stop the madman who crippled his brother and destroyed the lives of others.

Just as Stain readied his blade to snuff out the life of the young hero, he was immediately interrupted by the bullets that hit the blade in his hand and his hand itself, causing the Hero Killer to grunt out in pain, which caused both parties to look at where the bullets traveled from. The source of these gunshots? The vigilante with the leather jacket and red helmet was posted on the fire escape with the smoking barrels coming from his pistols.

"Sorry about that, I have this urge to get violent with filth that preys on the weak or just outright pisses me off. You checked both of the boxes so it seems you just won the Jackpot!" The vigilante explained as he had his sights trained on Stain before he did an athletic dismount from his position on the fire escape. Izuku and Iida were in a state of disbelief as they not only encountered the hero killer but now have finally seen with their own eyes the vigilante who have been making their mark on Japan recently.

"So you're the vigilante that's been going around and killing criminals left and right, the Red Hood, right? You've been taking out the criminal scum, yet you want to let these fake heroes run around and cause as much damage as them. You're nothing more than a hypocrite, someone just as bad as these fake heroes!" Stain Yelled at Red Hood who kept making his way toward Stain.

As he walked towards Stain, Izuku was conflicted about the current situation. Even though the Red Hood was a vigilante who tried to help others, he still murdered criminals and gave no regard to the rules revolving around vigilantism. Still, he was the only source of backup that they had right now and it seemed with his experience that he could take down the Stain, causing Izuku to speak up and offer some type of support, "Red Hood!" Izuku yelled, "Be careful! If he gets you with his blade, all he has to do is to lick your blood and then he could paralyze you!" Izuku explained to the man in front of him who stopped walking and addressed the greenette.

"Don't worry kid, already figured that one out when you decided to take a swing at the guy," Red Hood spoke, causing Izuku to widen his eyes in surprise.

"Y-You were watching this whole time?!" Izuku replied with shock, causing the Crimson Vanguard to let out a snort.

"Nope, got here when you decided to sneak attack the bastard, good punch by the way. Trying to gather more about his abilities and whatnot, didn't Aizawa ever tell you to observe and make a decisive action when you approach scum like him?" Red Hood pointed toward the Hero Killer as he said those words.

Both Iida and Izuku were shocked upon hearing the name of their homeroom teacher, 'How does he know Aizawa Sensei?' were the thoughts that rang through the minds of both heroes as they witnessed a standoff between Stain and Red Hood.

"Time to cut the Bullshit! Stain, you found a way to make it on my shit list, I think it's time that I cross you off of it now." Red Hood said menacingly as he chambered both pistols, ready to engage in a deadly bout.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Alright, chapter 2 is in the books! Enough will all of the dialogue, the next chapter will be wayyy more action-packed as we get to see the showdown between Stain and Red Hood! Thank you all for the patience and support you've given the story, it feels good when I'm able to see that my lil ol' story is entertaining people. I'm currently working hard on chapter 3 of The Crimson Vanguard (y'all like the name change btw?) and chapter 4 for TFOFN. Make sure y'all follow the story, fav and leave a comment and as always, have a wonderful and blessed day. See you next time!

KTR signing off.