During one particular nightly brawl, Frank finds himself with his arms full of an unconcious daredevil. Of course, the stupid asshole had decided to run around the city and pick fights with him, while being quite severely injured, and leave Frank no choice but to haul his sorry ass back to his hide out. And that's how it started. A tentative friendship at first, or just a little less hatred, slowly progressing into something that scared the hell out of the ex-marine (though he'd be damned if he ever admitted that). Will the two vigilantes acknowledge this new change in dynamic? Will they allow themselves to let their guards down, or will their differences stand in the way of a rare and beautiful possibility?