The Night Monkey

2.2 Change of Pace

1 Year Later...

Y/N was hiding out in the a fancy, vacant restaurant. All the usual staff had gone home and the restaurant was closed. Now was when the real customers did their business.

For the past year, Y/N had been tracking down any crooks he could find in the city, stopping any crime he came across. He was trying to help fill the void left by Spider-Man and the other lost heroes. It was difficult and time consuming, but he made it work. Through it all, though, there was one thing that kept him on his toes. He started to trust his eyes more than his senses. He preferred it that way.

For the last two weeks, Y/N had been tracking down a few deals made by the Manfredi crime family. With the cooperation of a snitch on the inside, he'd managed to gain intel about an important trade deal happening this evening. He showed up to the restaurant and prepared himself.

The Manfredi mob showed up to the restaurant. One man in particular wore a nice tailored suit. He carried in his hand a metal briefcase. A set of handcuffs attached his wrist to the case. The man was firm, yet casual. He had done deals like this a thousand times. He walked inside the restaurant, backed by his three bodyguards. They each had hidden guns and pistols in their coats. One carried an automatic rifle in his arms.

The businessman looked across to the other side of the restaurant. He grinned when he saw his client waiting for him. The other man in the room was sitting down at a table with his back turned to the group. He wore a white hat that hid most of the back of his head. A white suit complemented the attire with a red rose on the lapel. A bottle of white was placed on the table as the man stared at the back wall, lost in thought.

The businessman and his cohorts approached the man. The suited man took a seat and placed the case down on the table. His goons stood by his side as he delicately poured himself a glass of wine. He spoke with a grin towards the man who still had his back to him.

Crook: I hope you're enjoying the atmosphere. I've personally always found this place to be among the best of our agency's finest locations. Of course, when the common rich folk ask where we get our decorations, the common answer we tell them is that "we have no idea". I'm sure a man such as yourself can find respect in that.

The buyer didn't turn around. He remained silent, still preferring to stare at the wall. The business crook cleared his throat.

Crook: Well, then. Let's talk business.

He brought up the metal case. He opened it, showing the weapons inside. The crook made sure to keep them at a safe distance, not wanting to let them up just yet.

Crook: All this for what we agreed upon.

The white suited man remained in the same position. He pulled something out of his breast pocket and tossed it over his shoulder. The vanilla envelope landed down on the table. The suited man grabbed it and opened it up with a jolly sneer.

The mob man had been expecting the agreed upon money. Instead, he was confused when he pulled out a single piece of paper from inside the envelope. He unfolded it and stared at it with a sneer and puzzled face. It was a printed out Yelp review. A note on the paper read "Poor reception. 1-Star review."

Crook: What is this? Some kind of joke?

Y/N: Oh, no. Jokes have punchlines, which will come soon.

The white suited man turned around in his chair, looking directly at the mob members. The crooks all gasped upon seeing who it was. Y/N was seated across from them, the white hat and suit covering his hero suit. The masked vigilante looked at all of them through his black mask and white lenses. He carefully took the hat he was wearing off his head.