New York City. The House.
A bloodied and a bruised up Dorian Chase is handcuffed to the back of a chair in a room that had graffiti tags all over the place with a light that shined brightly into Dorian's face while two guards armed with machine guns were standing by the door. One had on biker clothes while the other had on an expensive tuxedo. "What time is it?" Dorian asked.
"Gotta date 'Vigilante'?" The guard in the biker clothes chuckled. "You ain't going nowhere."
"So you best shut your mouth before I shut it for you." The other guard snapped.
"Hey you. Sons of Anarchy!" Dorian shouted while nodding to the guard with the biker clothes.
"What?" The guard snapped back but in a annoyed tone.
"The time. I need it." Dorian muttered.
"You know what. It's not like you're gonna be free anytime soon." The biker guard looked at his watch. "It's almost eleven. Happy?"
"Actually yes. She should be here in another hour or so." Dorian thought to himself.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. The two guards quickly got themselves together before opening the door. The guard in the tuxedo lets the mysterious person in.
"Hello my friend." The man said as he walked slowly towards Dorian.
"Sh*t. Crock is that you?"
"I prefer Sportsmaster. But you knew that already."
"It's been a while man. Haven't seen you since Metropolis High. How's life treating you?"
"I did not come here to reminisce about the good ole days."
"Perfect. So when do I get to kill you? Take that silly hockey mask off and let me beat you senselessly with it."
"The same ole Dorian Chase." Sportsmaster chuckled. "Always so eager. You've been a nuisance to us lately. You've been interfering with our business. Roulette has not been happy lately, so I have been sent to take you out for good."
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