"What are you doing, Jacob?"

The 22 year old sat on the ledge of one of Gothic City's more secluded skyscrapers, his slender figure clad in garb akin to his psyche. Dark, black and complete with a single streak of crimson across his chest.

The walking symbol.

"You're going to ask me that? I get it. We've been down this road. I can't atone for my sins, whatever."

A minuscule pause by the young masked mismatch.

"There's more to it though, man. This is life now. Jacob Stark? Kid brother of the now deceased Anthony Stark? Old news. He died three years ago, and the bare amount of fame he had accumulated by spending years leeching off of his older sibling, with him."

The sky was as empty as the once titanium-clad crusader's soul, the precise opposite of white and wearing an expression of such menace, it almost made Jacob flinch. Almost. The ex-playboy could take whatever the night threw at him and return it tenfold without as much as a one liner. His domino masked face was dark, a reflection of the scum infested city below his dangling feet. The being beside him chuckled, clapping his hands theatrically.

"That's very dramatic little man. What good's it going to do you? You left the Trinity, clean dropped off the map. They were the only friends you had. Had ever had. Don't tell me this has something to do with the ever vivacious Zicarra Liafador? Or wait, maybe it's Pyrogram? You enjoyed the time we spent with that goody goody two shoes kid?"

Harsh laughter ensued, the man slapping Jacob on the back numerous times for good measure.

"Maybe, maybe you wanna take another shot at the White Knight? Go 'eliminate' Andres Knightfall like you so hastily said? C'mon little Jacob, you're killing me with the suspense."

The estranged Trinity Force leader allowed his counterpart a moment of indignant silence before he replied, voice comprised of steel.

"Enough fcking games. You know exactly why I'm doing this."

Jacob Stark got to his feet, casting one more unsatisfied glare at Gothic City before he faced the figure beside him. Assault was as unstable as ever, a manifestation of shattered psyche and a vital component to his refreshed, nigh-soulless approach to life. His reflection smirked, grabbing the young avenger by his shoulders and nodding his head excitedly.

"Till death do us part, kiddie."