The gangleader known as José Lamirez, also known as 'Ghost', the greatest drug distributor in all of New York was visiting Gotham to do business with one of the smaller cartels in Gotham, lead by a guy going by 'The Spider' A former hitman turned drug dealer, and former hired gun of Ghost. The two business partners were transfering product for cash down in one of the warehouses at the docks, having over 20 guards between the two of them. They were all armed with SMART-Guns, that had been shipped in earlier this month and was currently flooding the streets of Gotham, allowing the thugs to fire easily in the dark and even calculate bullet trajectory all in a instance, even able to tell friend from foe, making the police effectively useless against The Spider and his gang.

Outside were four guards all keeping watch, they stood on the south side of the building, one at each side of each entrance, keeping both of the doors secured for intruders. The deal would be done in about 20 minutes.

But unknown to the criminals, none of them would walk away. On the next building over, roughly 300 meters laid a man in the cover of darkness with a silenced high-powered sniper rifle with his eye in the scope. First, he aimed at the guard on the top of the building, a bullet to his chest put a end to his scouting with ease. No one had noticed the shot thanks to the silencer. The shooter turned his sights to the entrance, and said something under his breath before squeezing the trigger, the rifle jerking from the recoil as the bullet left the chamber, into the pipe and out in a muffled blast of sound. The bullet traveled the distance and found it's place through each of the four guard's head, killing them all without any pain involved. The lifeless bodies fell to the ground, and the man on the rooftop climbed down, heading towards the building.


As he did, he put on nighvision goggles over his eyes to allow him full vision. A electric charge was placed on the fusebox outside. Moving through the warehouse, he found himself next to one of the guards, a knife to the neck of the guard made the warm blood pool from his throat. There were no more lookouts in the building, only the two bosses, and their men. The masked assassin smirked under his mask, putting his hand on the cross he wore around his neck. Turning off the goggles he wore for a minute, he pulled out a flashbang grenade and lobbed it down, landing directly on the table where the two men were discussing terms. With a loud cry they both reacted as the grenade blinded them both, the bang made it impossible for them to hear a thing. Once the grenade had blown, the masked man turned the goggles back on, and triggered charge on the fusebox, making the room completely dark.

Jumping off the railing he made a somersault with two automatic pistols, corking himself in the air in a way to place bullets in all of the guards. Before landing on one knee on the table in front of the two men, still dazed from the grenade. The spider was regaining his senses, and drew a blade from his sleeve to attack the man, but he dodged and countered by whipping The Spider with his pistol, and kicking him in the chest, sending him sliding on the floor.

Turning his pistol to the man in the chair, the one known as Ghost, he began speaking. “Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life; whoever does not obey the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God remains on him. " He spoke, Ghost was shocked looking for words as the finger was squeezing the trigger. But before the bullet was fired, The Spider kicked the gun out of his hand, and punched him in the face, sending him to the floor, giving Ghost an opportunity to run.

The spider got out his butterfly knife and swung it around "What 're ya? Some kind of religous freak trynna crack down on us fair workin' men of Gotham?" He taunted, spinning the blade in his hand. The man in the black leather hood with the cross around his neck scoffed. "Not quite. I'm more than some freak dressing up to take down the criminal underworld." He said, drawing the trenchknife he kept on his leg to fight the former hitman.

"What'eve" The Spider responded, before lashing out at the masked man, swiping up and down at the foe whom dodged the swipes of his blade with ease, using the knuckle part of his trenchknife to punch him in the face, busting his lip open and blood spurting on his face. Following the jab up with a spin kick to his thigh, the masked hero sent the bodyguard onto one knee, to stab him to death.

The blade was barried, and the vigilante found the butterfly slashing his left arm, pushing away from The Spider, he gained distance. His foe lunged at him, but grabbing a hold of the arm with his own arm, he quickly leapt onto his opponent, putting his leg around his shoulder and pulling him down onto the ground where he had him in a leglock, snapping the Spider's arm with his own arms.

The hitman was crying out as the Vigilante made a 'sshhhh' sound, quickly taking the strole off of his own neck and using it as a impromptu rope to strange the man with. The spider turned around, strole around his neck, and lifted the two into the air, feeling the oxygen leaving his brain. He slammed down hard onto the concrete, aiming to get the man around his neck off of him, but he held on.

With his hand reachnig for the vigilante's face, he felt his eyes grow heavy and turn shut, ending the sad excuse for a life. His fingers scratching against the red mask on his face. "May god have vengence on your wretched soul." The man said, pushing the dead drugdealer off of him as he took a deep breath.

Ghost had escaped, and he had to find him. It was his holy mission from the Lord. He, Jason Todd, had to send him off directly to hell.