"Aw, man it's fooking perfect!"

Jameson beamed at the praise, 'You really do like it?'

"Of course, man! Good job!" Jackie looked at himself in the mirror. Yeah, he really looked like some crazy bad guy.

He wore regular black jeans with a black long-sleeved shirt and black gloves. The design on the shirt were streaks of neon red that resembles lightening or shattered glass. He also wore a mask that went over his head and face. It was also black with red streaks and the eyes were completely black. Jameson wasn't stupid, though. He made it so Jackie could see out of the red lens' just fine as if they were just sunglasses.

In short, he looked ready to cause some trouble.

'I'm glad you like it' Jameson grinned, 'Mind telling me what this is for now?'

Jackie just realized he never told Jameson the reason he needed this disguise.

Jameson smirked at him, 'You look like a bad guy. Have an explanation?'

Jackie knew he was caught and sighed, "Look. . .just don't tell anyone, alright? I need a suit like this to try and fool Anti. Make him think I'm someone else that's on his side."

Not that Jameson was against it but he still had questions, 'Alright but why?'

Jackie pulled off the mask and bit his lip, "Marvin thinks Anti stole something of his. Something seriously huge that could wipe out the whole city"

Jameson's eyes practically bulged, clearly surprised by this news.

'I did not realize Anti would go so far. . . . but when he came in earlier, it didn't seem as if he held that kind of power. He's always intimidating, yes but not to THAT extent!' Jameson wondered about what to do but decided against telling Jackie. He didn't want to leak anything to him. He knew he'd be disappointed in him otherwise.

Even if Jameson didn't tell him about Anti giving him money for his business, Jackie was smart. He'd figure it out eventually.

So he decided to protect his business instead, no matter how much guilt filled him, 'That's upsetting. I hope you get the answers you are looking for'

Jackie nodded, not seeing the Jameson's internal struggle, "Thanks. And for now, just keep it between us if you can. I'd rather the others didn't know. Chase and Henrik would kick my ass."

'You can count on me!' Jameson smiled, his own self conscious eating him alive already.

After a while of removing the 'disguise' and putting on his own clothes, Jackie finally left, thanking him again. He even paid him which made Jameson feel even worse.

'Did I do the right thing in not telling him about Anti coming here?' Jameson thought to himself, 'I really don't think Anti would kill so many people but if he DOES have that kind of power . . . . We'll see. I can't rush to conclusions.'

Jameson liked to think he knew Anti better than the others at this point.

As least he hoped he did.

Jackie didn't want to waste time. If Anti really did have that glove then there's no telling when he would make his move or threaten Jackie.

The only problem now was trying to find the glitch.

He hoped he wouldn't have to commit a crime to get his attention but he wasn't past it to put the needs of the many over the few. He'd do what he could to fix his mistakes later.

Maybe Abe could help him?

Poor Abe.

Jackie paced around in his apartment, the new suit laying on his couch ready to use. He though about putting his usual belt on it, too but he knew Anti might recognize it. No, he'd have to use his brute strength as a power if need be.

'But where could the bastard be? How do I find him?'

He tried thinking about what he knew about Anti but . . . . nothing really came up.

Anti was a wild card or at least that's what he put together. It sort of put in to perspective how little he really knew about him. He couldn't just be hunting and planning on tormenting the egos ALL the time, right? What did the little bastard do in his free time?

'He likes to commit crimes and . . .hurt people. But most of the time, the people he hurts got on his bad side. Don't actually know though he even has a good side.' Jackie groaned to himself. This would be harder than he thought.

'Chase would tell me if he ever saw him at a bar, right? I don't know how long it's been though since he's been to one. And I don't think he'd just go out in plain sight. The police don't know what he looks like thanks to Marvin but surely he'd hide himself just in case from the egos?'

Marvin, although he hated doing it, had put a spell on him the last time he saw him a few years ago just to make sure people didn't mistake him for Sean. They couldn't have that or else their creator might get in trouble and it wasn't his fault!

'I didn't think I wouldn't even know where to start' He thought with a long sigh, 'Maybe I should just put the suit on and go out on a stakeout for the night? See if I can find him at all anywhere?'

It was a long shot but it was all he could do.

With just a little hesitation, Jackie put on the suit. Admittedly, he kind of liked the way it felt on him. He felt. . . . different.

He had never felt like this before. A completely new person. It almost scared him but shoved the thoughts in the back of his mind.

He told himself he was only doing this to get to Anti. To get him to trust him.

But would he even trust him with a full mask on?

He fucking hoped so.

But then again, Marvin's spell was still in effect. AND if Anti did happen to see his true face, he still might not recognize him just like that night against those few muggers.

Making up his mind, Jackie put the mask on, feeling on sense of hidden power within himself.

'Damn, I kind of look good like this.' he shrugged it off and hopped out the window.

Anti was still pissed off. Of course he was.

He hated Jackie now more than ever.

How could he just let those crimes happen!?

He didn't even show up!

'Something's up and I'm going to find out what it is' he growled to himself, alerting the people around him.

Anti had chosen to try and let off some steam by going to a nearby club but he was ending up being a buzzkill for those around him.

Usually he had quite the opposite effect.

A girl suddenly tapped his shoulder and he slowly looked her way, "What?" he hissed.

The woman giggled and smiled charmingly, not hearing his malice through the loud music, "Hey what's the matter? Your girlfriend dump you recently or something?"

Anti's eye twitched a little but he tried to remain calm, "More like someone left me hanging"

"Oh poor guy. You wanna dance with me?" she ran her hand down his chest, giving him shivers and he smirked at her play.

"Sure, sweetheart." he grabbed her waist, pulling her close to him to whisper in her ear, "But I have to warn ya. . . . . I might shock ya"

She laughed at him, "Learn to use a dryer sheet in your laundry then, cutie" she pecked his cheek and ran her hands up his shoulders.

Anti growled though, tensing at the contact. He couldn't bear too much without some help, "Got anything fun with ya, love?"

She slipped out a small bag from her pockets, "Want one?"

Anti grinned, "Need three and a few shots of whiskey and I'm all better, babe."

That's what he was really after. He didn't care about the girl at all. He was only looking to score some free drugs and this drunk idiot was just a fool enough for him.

He opened his mouth, letting the girl put the tablets on his tongue, 'This just might be an okay night after all.'

An hour later, Anti was on his own, dancing with the crowd of people all around him, having ditched the girl from before immediately. He let his hands wander and let other hands touch him male and female, not giving a damn anymore.

He felt so damn good right now, nothing could bring him down.

He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket but he ignored it, letting someone rut against him in his daze.

It felt dirty and damn near claustrophobic but whatever that girl gave him hit the fucking spot.

Anti chugged down another shot, wiping the sweat from his face.

Suddenly he felt a tongue lick his ear though and that was drawing the line. He suddenly elbowed the bastard behind him and glitched across the room. He might be having fun right now but he wasn't easy.

'I think that's enough for tonight.' he leaned against a wall, trying to keep himself stable, 'Should get back home and try something else tomorrow.'

Anti tried to glitch out but ended up only outside by the street lights.

'Looks like I gotta walk' he stumbled and growled but managed to cling to the buildings to try and make his way home.

Little did he know, someone had found him.

Someone was following him.

Jackie didn't know how long he had been out. Maybe a few hours.

He checked his phone to see it was very late and he had a few missed calls from Marvin and one from Henrik. Apparently Chase had texted him a couple times, too, just to ask if he'd babysit Kallie and Sammy.

Jackie rolled his eyes and put his phone away.

He had to concentrate. Keep his eyes peeled for any sign of the glitch.

Instead of using his grappling hook to get around, though, he merely hopped around from roof to roof. It was manageable but was getting exhausting.

'Might have to head back home for the night and try again tomorrow.'

He hated to give up so soon but odds were that Anti was in bed by now, himself.

Finally deciding on heading back home, he ran towards the edge of the roof he was on and was about to jump to the other across the street.

At the last split second, though, he manged to stop himself, right on the edge of the roof.

He looked down a few blocks away on the sidewalk.

Jackie watched as his target swayed along the building and giggled, 'Is . . . . is he drunk?'

He was about to jump down and stalk him when he noticed something else that was even stranger.

A small group of people were following Anti as well.

'Now who the hell are they?' His instincts peaked and he felt the urge to rush in and save Anti but he kept himself at bay. He knew Anti could very well handle himself even while drunk.

He had fought him when he was drunk before. Mind you, it wasn't a pleasant experience but Anti still had some tricks up his sleeve.

Making his decision, Jackie kept jumping from building to building, keeping his eyes on them all, mainly Anti.

Finally though, a man from the group whistled to get Anti's attention. Apparently it had worked and Anti turned with a sway but he growled at seeing them.

Jackie could hear everything, being on the building right above them. In the night he was perfectly camouflaged so he didn't have to worry about these thugs or Anti seeing him, blowing his cover.

For now, he was intent on watching the show and hopefully following the glitch to see where he lived. He hoped it would be that easy.

"The hell YOU fuckers want!?" Anti asked nicely.

The man in the front which Jackie assumed was their leader spoke, "Been trying to get a hold of you for days, Anti! Where you been hiding yourself?"

"None o' your business, assholes! Now fook off!" Anti tried to turn to leave only for the men to each pull out a gun.

Anti stilled and tensed. Bullets wouldn't hurt him but he felt the threat and snarled at them all. Jackie actually felt bad for the thugs.

"You DARE point those stupid things at me!?"

The leader huffed at him, "Hey, man we offered you a place with us! You do something for us and we do something for you! We've been ready for whatever stupid ass thing you've been wanting but we're not your dogs, dumbass! If you're gonna make us wait then you owe us more compensation" he clicked the gun off of safety.

Anti glared at them all, "Filthy" he stumbled a step forward and took out his knife out of nowhere, glitching.

"The fuck!?" they saw the glitching and each took a step back from him. They could tell something wasn't right but they kept their guns pointed at him.

Anti grinned at them, "What's wrong? Don't recognize me? I own this city, assholes, and you will listen to ME!" he took another step forward, raising his head to show his scarred neck.

"Y-you're. . . ." the leader suddenly realized, "Your that bastard that vigilante is always after! What the fuck!?"

Anti, still drunk, chuckled and licked his knife teasingly, "Who should I kill first, hm?"

But these thugs weren't just going to roll over and die.

Anti took another step forward, readying his knife but at the same time, the leader pulled out something else from his pocket.

Jackie watched in shock as the thug shot the weapon at Anti.

In an instant, Anti was down and spasming on the ground.

Jackie unfortunately recognized that weapon. But how in the hell did these idiots get it!?

Anti groaned and tried to get up, just as floored as Jackie was, "The. . . the fffuck?"

The thug leader broke into a laugh, seemingly just as surprised but happy, "Actually worked" he snorted.

Jackie watched as he trotted over and stomped his foot onto Anti's back, making him grunt in pain.

"Guy said it'd put someone like you down fast. Didn't believe him at first." he pushed harder on Anti's back and the others laughed at him as all he could do was tremble, completely depleted.

'Should I do something?' Jackie wasn't sure.

"Looks like the terrorizer of the city's been taken down. Bet we could get some good money out of you, huh?" the thug was getting full of himself now, "Or maybe. . . . you've always been so tough . . . . maybe we should take you down a peg now and make you OUR bitch! Huh!?" he kicked his foot down on Anti's back making him whimper.

"Y-you're lucky I'm in a for-forgiving mood" Anti stuttered out with some snark.

One of the others kicked him across the face, shutting him up.

Jackie couldn't let this happen. He didn't particularly like Anti but he wasn't going to let some low life gang take control of him.

Anti didn't know what all had happened but he assumed that maybe they had tasered him. That had to be it, right? How else would they have taken him down? He blamed it on the fact he was drunk and still high. That had to be why he was down so easily. Not that it mattered. He was at their mercy right now.

"Or perhaps we should just kill you now. Then WE will be the top dogs in this city!"

That was it.

Anti knew right then he was going to die.

The thug leader pointed his gun at his head, the others watching in anticipation to see the glitch's blood splattered across the pavement.

Anti closed his eyes. He'd be damned if he gave them any sort of satisfaction seeing the fear in his eyes.

The gun clicked and he was ready for the bullet.

Then there was a slam behind him, something hitting the sidewalk.

"Who the fuck are you!?"

The mystery man stayed silent.

The next thing Anti knew, he heard screams and shouting, sounds of fists against flesh and footsteps running away.

A minute later, he was being turned over on his back and he grunted, staring up at the man that saved his ass.

"Who the f-fook are you, asshole?"