He didn't know what he was doing. Some sort of instinct took over, and Jason grabbed a metal pole running up the wall of the building. Even though he was sliding towards the ground at an alarming speed, Jason did not feel fear.
He felt adrenaline.
It felt...natural somehow, like he had done it before. Jason felt the urge to reach to his back for a weapon. However he just pushed off the building and landed on top of the armed criminal. Brian widened his eyes, taking a step back.

"What was that?" Brian screeched, "are you the vigilante?"

"No!" Jason said quickly, putting his hands up, "I just saw you from my bedroom window! Hey, why were you here anyways?"

"It's past 8," Brian crossed his arms, "you were supposed to come over!"

"What time is it?"

"Uh," Brian looked at his blue watch, "9:45. Why?"

"I have to go," Jason realized, "I'll see you tomorrow-"

"No way I'm coming with you," Brian refused, giving a hard stare, "I deserve it since you were a hour and a half late."

"You can't," Jason bit his bottom lip, "I'm sorry."

"Fine," Brian frowned, "just take this."

He handed Jason a small earpiece, eying it like it might explode or something.

"What's this?"

"There's a camera so I can watch you talk to the vigilante-"

"How'd you know I'm going there?" Jason cut him off.

"I do now," Brian smirked proudly, "plus I'm the best hacker in Eximius City, you need me."

"How did you get all the genius and looks?" Jason chuckled as they clasped hands.

"That's just how I do, bro."

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Jason stood hastily on the shadowy rooftop. His heart pounded in anticipation, waiting for the shadowy vigilante to appear. He crouched over the side of the building, watching police cars and busy cabs pass buy.

People in bland outfits walked the streets, not saying a word to each other. Lampposts flickered, threatening to go out. Barely any birds roamed the city, the factories drove them out long ago. Smog drives out animals like fire to dry grass.

The same light tap of a figure landing behind him sounded. He stood up and spun around, ready to face any attackers. Kneeled down on a tall chimney, was the female vigilante. Again she was wearing the green and black hooded outfit, along with a mask.

Jason noticed her eyes were a dark brown, unlike Alina's light teal. She had no facial expression on, except for a hint of thought.

"What's this," she held up Jason's earpiece.

"Wha-" he reached up to his ear to find the tiny black earpiece gone.

"Friend of yours? Hm, 16 probably."

"How do you know so much!?" Jason looked up at the chimney to see her gone.

"I learned from the best," the vigilante said, now crouched on a higher building.

"Who was that?" Jason felt kind of stupid, asking so many questions.

"A...retired hero," her face twitches for a moment.

In that brief second, the emotionless vigilante seemed to show a hint of sadness, loss, and remembrance. Her face quickly went back to straight though.

"Your the first vigilante in Eximius City," Jason said slowly, "there are no other vigilantes."

"I didn't say vigilante, kid."

"Don't call me kid you look the same age as me," Jason protested, feeling silly still.

"Ha," the vigilante said, disappearing into a shadow, "you sound just like me when I learned from him."

"Who was he?" Jason had to ask, "under the mask."

"I even didn't know that, Jason," she replied, reappearing on another building, "no one did. I didn't even find out when he-never mind. I shouldn't have even told you this much."

"Are you ever going to tell me your secret identity?" Jason huffed, "and how on Earth do you know my name."

"No, only my mentor knew that," she narrowed her eyes, "and it was in your backpack, on a paper."

"What can I call you?" Jason sat down on the ledge, "besides 'the vigilante'."

"I'm sure your friend would be happy to come up with a name," she tossed the earpiece to him, "goodbye."

"Wai-"

Jason tried to say something before she left, but with a puff of smoke, the vigilante was gone. He frustratingly put the earpiece in his ear. Brian was practically having a seizure on the other side.

"That was so cool! She knew like, everything! Your name, you had an earpiece, I was helping you. I wonder if she knows my name, probably," Brian gasped like he saw another season of Sherlock airing, "I need to come up with a vigilante name!"

"I'll meet you tomorrow Brian," Jason laughed, "until then, calm down and think of a name."

"There's so many possibilities," Brian was murmuring, "need to check the Internet..."

Jason turned the earpiece off, taking away the crazy dude on the other side. He felt a slight headache, for no apparent reason. A few things the vigilante said clicked in his mind, but still Jason was clueless. The area around him blurred, he fell to one knee, breathing heavily.

As Jason falls unconscious, images flash through his mind. Screaming, the vigilante, and the area around him on fire. He falls into unconsciousness, falling of the side of the building before he blacks out.

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He woke up on cold ground. The hum of electricity buzzed around him. Jason groggily sat up, grabbing his head. His pounding headache was still there, causing his train of thought to go fuzzy. Around the room, many weapons were hung up.

The weapons were mostly sai, ninja type stars, and small daggers. A small computer was pushed up against the wall on a desk. In a glass case in the back of the room was a curved scythe. He was surprised that he knew what the weapon was called. Brian was probably blabbing about it someday.

Still he was feeling extreme déjà vu. The vigilante walked in front of him, the the brightest light he's seen her in. She had her hood pulled further over her head to hide more of her face.

"W-Where am I?" Jason stammered, grabbing his head in pain.

"My base," she replied, "recognize anything in here?"

"No..." Jason said, a bit confused, "why would I be here before?"

"Just asking," she shook her head,  maybe a little disappointed, "why did you black out?"

"Don't know," Jason scratched the back of his neck, feeling a needle, "probably this."

He pulled out the syringe, wincing at the pain. She took it off his palm and examined it, her hidden brown eyes quickly scanning over it. The vigilante's face went into shock as she stared at the symbol on it.

Engraved onto the side was a small flame symbol with swirling designs. Again the familiar feeling washed over him like a crashing wave.

"We're in big trouble," the vigilante set the syringe down onto a nearby table.

"Probably me," Jason laughed, "you can obviously take care of yourself."

"This is the man who killed my mentor."