The moonlight gently lit up the dark, silent night. The only noise to be heard was the soft buzz from a nearby building. It was the perfect kind of quiet for the two brothers. Padraig and Seamus were waiting on top of an empty rooftop near the jewelry shop as they confirmed that everything was in place to be set in motion. They had been planning this job for months and that day was the perfect opportunity to finally sink their teeth in it.

Due to a technical error, the security system was shut down for the night and the only thing they needed to take care of was the security guards outside.

"I will take care of the guards. Can you sneak in?" whispered the older brother, making the younger one chuckle.

"You kidding me?" Seamus scoffed.

"There's not a single woman or building that I can't enter."

Padraig watched the slender man as he jumped down from one rooftop onto another until he reached the ground. Padraig made his way down on the side; he had to take care of the security guards quietly to make sure this heist was successful.

***

"Goodnight, Bruce. Lock the place before you leave. I've got to go home to an angry pregnant wife." Mr Brovoski said while holding off a big smile on his face. Bruce nodded while putting the glasses back in their places. "Don't worry. I've got this" He added to assure his boss, who didn't even take notice of that. Mr. Brovoski quickly made his way out to makeup up with his wife.

Bruce was also in a hurry that night, but for a very different reason. He closed the place down and rushed to his apartment. He put his crime fighting suit on and looked into the mirror. He tied his long, black hair into a tight bun at the back of his head, leaving only a few pieces falling over his face. The mirror made his amber eyes shine brightly, contrasting his pale complexion. He cracked a smile. This was it. The man put his mask over his face and took a long breath. The vigilante stood up straight and full of pride.

The suit wasn't anything like that of Batman, or Superman, but it was one he made with the few things he could find. It was fully black, except for the thick red line present on his chest. The mask looked more like a mess of black bandages than anything. He fastened his belt around his waist and looked back up. He made eye contact with the person in the mirror.

"You are not a man. You can't be killed. A symbol. That's what you are, a symbol of hope."

Bruce repeated those words to himself. He then jumped out of the window, making sure no one was looking. He had intel that the O'Brien brothers would make their move on a jewelry shop downtown. Definitely not on Bruce's watch.

He had already left an anonymous tip to the police about what the O'Brien brothers were up to, but he didn't expect them to be of much use. The police force in Westwood was too corrupt to help him. He learned that the hard way. Bruce knew it had to be him who took charge of the matter. It could only be him. He shuffled his utility belt to see what would come into use, and he ran into the night.

***

Padraig finally noticed a guard walking across the yard. Once his back was turned, he crept up behind the old man and slit his throat in one fluid motion. He looked down at the dead body for a moment, feeling no emotions towards the life he just took. It was neither his first, nor his last. Grabbing the unconscious body, he dragged it to the back with him. Four more to go. He thought as he disappeared into the shadows.

On the other side of the yard, Seamus managed to create an opening for himself to sneak into the huge building. A few moments later, he was already bagging the jewellery. A smirk crept up on his face as he thought about the celebrations for this big loot. The building was dead silent. Slowly, he crept around the building, throwing everything he could find into his bag.

A loud noise broke his trance. Glass was shattering around him. He examined the metal object sticking against the wall. There were spikes hanging off every edge of the item. That could have pierced right through him. A few paces slower and he would have been dead by now. Sweat formed on his forehead, and his brain tried to figure out a reaction for him.

Suddenly, the glass window near him shattered again, and a shuriken soared past, fast as lightning. That was what the metal object was. A shuriken, of all things. This time he didn't forget to react. He had to be careful if he wanted to come out of here alive. He turned towards the window, but didn't see anyone. Could this be some kind of extra security the building set up? He didn't know what else it could be. The brothers made sure that only they were aware of this plan.

"The fuck?" he mumbled to himself when his brain finally registered the situation. He barely dodged the next soaring shuriken.

He ran in the other direction, and when he turned around, he saw a shadow slip through the window. It looked like something out of a horror movie. Seamus set his jaw.

Fuckers trying to steal my loot, he thought and started sneaking towards the vigilante.

"I sentence you to fucking die" the masked man shouted, throwing more shurikens around the place when he noticed Seamus sneaking behind him. Seamus' heart almost stopped. The things were flying towards him at incredible speeds. He swiftly slid below the counter in an attempt to shield himself. The jewelry shop was officially the most expensive mess ever.

"Who the fuck are you?" Seamus yelled.

"Your demise."

"But you're not a woman." Seamus engaged him while getting his gun out.

***

Hearing the gunshots and shattering glass, Padraig, the older brother, sneaked in and took cover inside the building. He was trying to find his brother and get him the fuck out of there. He had a feeling Seamus would fuck this up. He seemed too cocky that day, even for him. This job was a bust and the best thing to do was to flee from there. But Seamus wasn't one who would just run away from a job like this. He had never been a part of an unsuccessful job. He definitely wasn't planning on making this his first.

A faint sound of sirens buzzed in the background, telling him to hurry. Padraig finally spotted his brother and ran towards him when the masked vigilante threw another shuriken at him.

Who the fuck is this nutcase?- he thought. The older brother grabbed onto the younger one and beat some senses into him.

"We have to go." He yelled and that was when the siren became even louder.

The cops were there.

"Lets fucking go." Padraig hissed, starting to flee but Bruce wasn't planning on letting them go. Not on his watch. He continued to chase them, shooting like a madman. He almost caught up with them when the others from the O'Brien gang finally arrived and shot back at him. Finding himself at a disadvantage, Bruce took cover.

"Fuck." Bruce exhaled, noticing the blood coming out from his arm. He couldn't chase them like this. He fled in the opposite direction as the brothers got into their car. The cops were right on their tail. It had been years since they were in a situation like this. The best thing about the city was how corrupt it was. The brothers almost forgot how it felt to be caught.

"Shit." Seamus gasped as he grabbed onto his older brother. Blood was spilling out of Padraig from many places. Seamus pulled the shurikens out one by one. Padraig held onto him, biting his lips to hide the pain. He didn't want his brother to feel guilty. Each move made the man feel like his skin was on fire. Seamus was freaking out about a certain shuriken more than anything though. The one that was poking out from inside Padraig's left eye. The younger brother teared up as he called the Chausse. Unbeknown to him, the Chausse had already lost all of its protection by the mayor.

That was an awful night for the brothers. They finally escaped, but at the cost of Padraig's left eye. Seamus couldn't help but blame himself. He kept thinking he could have gotten Padraig to the hospital quicker if the Chausse had helped them out. He questioned the alliance between them and the Chausse. A lot of questions ran through Seamus's mind as he walked in a circle through the hospital corridor. He couldn't allow things like this to happen. What was the point of this alliance if they didn't get the protection?

"Are your brothers okay?" A familiar voice behind Seamus asked. He dug his nails into the palms of his hands. When he turned around, he smiled at the woman standing in front of him. None other than Adrienne Chausse was looking down at the man, along with Louis, her son, closely behind her.