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"Big boat." Nathan commented as he was crouched on a rooftop overlooking the docks, where a ship had come into port. Upon his arrival, he saw one strange thing that was the biggest clue into this being something illegal; the fact that there was not a man or woman unarmed. Everyone Nathan could see had a firearm on them. "What the fuck could they be bringing in?"

Not going to get his answers standing around, Nathan stood up before he jumped off the cape shot out and allowed him to glide directly towards the boat, nearly snorting at how the thugs didn't have the instinct to look up at any point. However, as he turned his gaze back to the ship, he watched one of the doors open and a gunman stepped out with an AK-47 in one hand, a cigar in the other as he moved to place it into his mouth. However, the thug caught sight of the Hellspawn coming right at him, and the cigar dropped from his mouth.

Before he could act and do something to alert the rest of his buddies, Nathan came barrelling into him with both feet shoving him into the wall, making the gun clatter to the ground. Nathan dropped down, quickly drew a sharp blade from his wrist, and stabbed the guard in the neck while covering his mouth to muffle his screams and grunts. Nathan stiffened as he listened for anyone responding to the sound.

"The hell was that?" Someone from inside the ship shouted, as Nathan ripped his blade out of the now dead thug's neck and moved to get the body out of sight. "Mark? What was that? You trip or something?"

As soon as the thug stepped out, Nathan was on him. He stabbed him in the stomach, then chopped his neck before covering his mouth while jamming the blade upwards into the thug's jaw. Nathan kept his stare locked with the thug's as he lowered him to the ground, never breaking eye contact as he watched the life drain from the man. Once he was dead, Nathan took his blade back and cleaned the blood off before it disappeared due to his power.

Straightening up, Nathan reached within the confines of his cape and drew two Desert Eagle Mark VIIs with silencers on the barrels. He moved quietly, listening for any sign of movement. However, when he turned the corner, all plans of stealth went right out of the window as two gunmen spotted him.

"Oh shit!" One of the gunmen shouted, aiming his AK-47. He only got off one shot before he was dropped with a headshot, while Nathan tackled the second and delivered brutal right hooks to his face, then shoved his gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

'Better hurry up.' Nathan thought as he stood and moved for the bridge of the ship. 'That one gunshot is bound to get attention.'

He encountered no further resistance as he made it to the bridge, kicking the door open which startled the only man inside who screamed as he went for a gun but Nathan was quicker as he tackled the man. They wrestled on the ground for a moment as Nathan drew a combat knife, then grabbed the man's hand before stabbing the knife through it and into the wall.

The man screamed in pain before Nathan quietened him with a slap across the face, sending some teeth flying. "Keep quiet or I'll rip your fucking jaw off your face." Spawn growled in a dark, sinister tone. Then he gripped the thug by his head, making sure to dig his sharp claw-tipped fingers a little into the thug's flesh. "Talk. What are you transporting?"

The thug clamped up, refusing to speak. Spawn narrowed his glowing green eyes before tightening his grip on his head, then drove his other fist into the ribcage, breaking one rib.

"AHH! Okay! Okay! I'll talk!" The man whimpered, glancing at his mangled, mutilated, blood-covered hand while spitting blood up from inside his mouth before looking into the glowing green eyes of the Hellspawn. "I... I don't know! But... W-White! Walter White! That son of a bitch knows! He was in charge of making sure the shipment was all here! Y-You'll find him... ahhh... down at the docks! That's all I know, I swear!"

Spawn stared at him. "If you're lying to me, I'll break the other one before putting a bullet in your skull."

"W-What other-AHHH!" He screamed as his arm, the one not with the knife driven into the hand, was twisted, broken and dislocated just from Spawn grabbing it and twisting it the right way. The man's whimpers were cut off with a harsh punch across the face, and Spawn left him there after ripping the combat knife out his mangled and bloodied hand.

Knowing his presence had not gone unnoticed now from the noise made, Spawn took the silencers off his pistols and just in time as two gunmen stood in the doorway only to be shot down with headshots. Nathan ran and then leaped over the railing as the 'ping' sound of bullets filled the air followed by the ricocheting sound of them hitting metal. Spawn landed on one of the containers, rolling straight to his feet while returning fire at the gunmen below. He dropped down and took cover behind the container as the bullets hit the metal.

Nathan twirled his guns after checking the mags, then came out of cover to fire back, shooting three men down before he took cover again behind a car. He looked around, and his eyes landed on a man in a business suit being hered into a black SUV with several gunmen covering him and entering the car with him. Nathan realized that was his target; Walter White.

And he was getting away!

Spawn aimed and fired off two shots, gunning down two gunmen who remained behind as the SUV began to take off. Spawn fired relentlessly as the car drove out of the dockyard and onto the street. Cursing, Spawn took out a grenade he stole from one of the weapons' deals, released the pin and threw it behind him while sprinting for a nearby, unused car. He got into the driver's seat, scoffing at the fact the keys were still in, and drove off after his target.

He caught up to him in three minutes.

Spawn smashed the windscreen and fired at the opposite vehicle in front of him, trying to disable it. He jerked the wheel to avoid another car and managed to get up to the left side of the SUV. He aimed as the driver came into view and fired, getting the driver in the head which made the car spin out of control before it went careening into a street lamp, the front crumpling and denting at the impact.

Nathan pulled over and got out of the car he was in, making his way over to the crashed SUV where he found all but one dead; Walter White. The man in question was groaning as he nursed his bleeding head, having most likely smacked it off the seat he was sitting behind. The gunmen guarding him were all dead, killed on impact. Idiots should have worn their seatbelts.

Spawn opened the door and undid White's seatbelt before dragging him out."Let's talk." The Hellspawn growled, then shot his grapple hook and sailed off into the air with his prey.


"Hey, wake up."

Walter White groaned as he came too, eyes dazed and blurred as he looked down before looking up. However, he fully awakened when he saw he was being held ankle-first by Spawn... and held over the edge of a tall building.

"Ahh!" White screamed as he squirmed around in fear.

"Time to talk. What were you moving tonight and why?" Spawn demanded, his grip tightening on the man's ankle.

"I-I'm not telling you shit!" White yelled. "Put me down!"

The lethal vigilante quirked his head a little before speaking, with a tone of amusement."If you insist."

And with that, he released his grip.

White screamed as he descended towards the ever rapidly approaching ground. However, before he could become a stain on the pavement that they'll need to wipe off, he was halted when a chain shot down and wrapped around his leg,bringing him to a halt. He glanced up as best as he could to see the chain wrapped around his ankle tightly, going all the way up to where it was connected to Spawn. Soon, he was pulled back up and his leg gripped by the vigilante.

"Talk or they'll be wiping you off the pavement." Spawn growled darkly and with fury in his voice, his grip tightening on the man's ankle.

"I-I don't know! I don't know anything!" White cried. "I swear to God-"

"SWEAR TO ME!" Spawn growled angrily before the chain released him.

"No! AHHHH!" White screamed as he plummeted towards the ground before the chain wrapped around his body and pulled him right back up, allowing Spawn to see the terrified expression on the man's face. "Okay! Okay! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything you want to know! Just... just don't drop me, please!"

"Start talking." Spawn demanded.

After nearly a minute the man finally had enough control of himself to begin speaking in coherent sentences. "Fisk is bringing in weapons." He finally managed.

"What kind of weapons?" asked the vigilante as he tilted his head in what he hoped was a menacing way.

"Surplus from Afghanistan." White replied. "Serious stuff, rocket launchers, heavy machine guns, demo charges, grenade launchers, I even heard that they found some armored vehicles!"

'Sounds like Fisk is preparing for war.' Nathan thought with narrowed eyes."Why the hell does he need that much firepower?"

"Fisk is arming the small time gangs around the city!" Squealed the suited man as Spawn's grip tightened, "I don't know why." Nathan mulled over that, how could the business magnate hope to recuperate the cost of such heavy armaments from common thugs. Satisfied that the captured suit didn't have anything else to offer him, he took out a sheet of paper and a sharpie. "Wha…what are you doing? I've told you everything!" exclaimed the bookkeeper.

"I know." Spawn smirked underneath his mask."Now you're going to tell the police..."


"Of all the damn times…" muttered an extremely irritated Captain Watanabe as she trudged up towards the roof of the police station. She had been in contact with Spider-Man for nearly two years now and she could not ever remember him being this cryptic.

Sure, he had kept his phone number hidden when he contacted her, but his messages were usually paired with a crummy joke or some way to lighten the mood, all the text she had received a minute ago said was Get to roof, something you need to see. Her replies that she was busy following another attack by Spawn on a nearby dockyard only resulted in the same message being sent again and again until she finally relented.

"Alright, I'm here." She announced as she opened the door. "Now what is so important that…oh my god!" She gasped as she saw the sight that greeted her. A man was on his knees, hands restrained behind his back. His suit was dirty and tattered, his face had a massive bruise on it, and a piece of grey duct tape covered his mouth as his eyes went wide with fear. Drawing her pistol, the cop scanned the seemingly deserted rooftop, the first hints of early morning light illuminating the city as she approached the man and saw the piece of paper duct taped to the front of his suit with a key taped to it.

Hello there, my name is Walter White and I am a member of Kingpin's crime syndicate. I was responsible for the weapons shipment that arrived this morning. I will fully cooperate with police and know that if I don't, the one responsible for my current predicament will finish what he started.

Have a nice day.

Satisfied there was no one else on the roof, Yuri removed the tape covering the man's mouth and let him breath, before she could ask a question, he tried to answer them. "Oh god, thank you, thank you so much!" He said as she furrowed her brow. "And yes, all of this." He said as he tried to tap the paper with his chin, "is true."

Yuri furrowed her brow, "And you'll cooperate?" She asked, getting a rapid nod in response. She stood him up and he put up no resistance, though she noticed his feet were also cuffed. Removing the key from the paper, she quickly found and undid the lock on his ankles. "So who did this to you? Spider-Man?"

"No."White shook his head. "It was Spawn."

Yuri stopped; the shock evident on her face as she immediately pulled out her phone to see a new message. Hope it helps. She read before scowling as she scanned her surroundings for any sign of the vigilante, but he was long gone.


Nathan watched from a nearby rooftop as Captain Yuri Watanabe took White into custody. She was a good cop, one of the few in the city who wasn't on Kingpin's payroll which he hoped would help. He only did this so the police would have a better time taking down Fisk's other operations, while he went for the big man himself.

As he turned to leave, he tensed when he picked up the sound of someone landing behind him. Before he could whirl around, an amused, feminine voice halted his actions. "So, you're Spawn, huh?"

Nathan turned and blinked as he stared at a beautiful curvaceous woman woman with platinum blonde hair that looked white, emerald green eyes that danced with amusement, intrigue and curiosity, clad in a skintight leather catsuit with white fur lining the collar and gloves, the zipped pulled halfway down to reveal an almost indecent amount of cleavage that must've been on purpose to draw eyes and catch people off guard.

The woman smirked as she put a hand on her hip. "Like what you see?" She purred, strutting towards him with a sway in her hips.

"Would be a fool not too." Spawn couldn't help but reply, before narrowing his eyes."Who are you?"

The woman gasped in mock offence. "You've never heard of little 'ol me?" The Hellspawn just stared at her, making her pout. "I'm just a stray... Black Cat. And you are the Reaper that has been prowling the streets, huh? Never thought I'd meet the most wanted man in the city on this fine night. That mess at the docks your doing?"

Spawn just gave a simple, slow nod of his head.

"Quiet type, huh?" Black Cat chuckled, slowly beginning to circle the vigilante while running her hand along his upper body in tandem with her movements. "You know, it's refreshing to see someone who's not afraid to get their hands dirty, do what needs to be done. The Spider would never approve of what we do."

"And what is it you do?" Nathan asked curiously yet warily, watching as she came to stand in front of him, rather closely.

"Just a little thievery to keep a girl young." The Cat admitted with a smile. "There are so many with wealth accumulated by subverting the law. I like to relieve them of their ill-gotten gains, and give to the poor who deserve it."

Nathan raised a brow underneath his mask."So, basically Robin Hood but with tits."He said bluntly.

"Knew you were looking." Black Cat giggled. "And I've never actually thought of it that way, so that's a first. Stick around, Spawny, I may just cross your path again."

With that, she pushed away from him and walked to the ledge of the building with a sway in her hips that drew his eyes to the way her suit clung to her ass and hips like a second skin. She turned and blew him a kiss before leaning back, falling off the building. Nathan walked forward, watching as she swung away on her own grappling hook.

He inhaled deeply then exhaled."Woah..."


And that's it for this chapter, with our lovebirds meeting for the first time in costume, but they'll be meeting outside of it very soon. Hope you liked Spawn's interrogation parts, as they were inspired from Batman Begins and Arkham Origins, as well as Arkham Knight considering the end of the first interrogation in the chapter.