"You know, I was really hoping you wouldn't force me down this route. I actually like you kid, we're not so very different it seems."
He stepped away, avoiding the upper cut but having to let him go in the process. As he did so he brought out a syringe, filled and ready with sedative. He wasn't above cheating to survive.
"You bring me in and then what? The press will find out who I've killed and I'll be declared a hero. i was back home. At first they called me the Bay Harbor Butcher. Then they identified the bodies. Murderers and rapists. Slave drivers, the worst scum of the earth and I got rid of them when the police failed. Then they came up with a new name for me. The Dark Avenger. Corny sure, but hey, it was accurate."
He slipped the cap off the syringe, and held it out.
"I'm not a villain, I'm just a sociopath trying to make the best of it."