Frank manhandled the vigilante into the ground, grunting lightly as he moved on tip of them to stop them from moving “stop moving too damn much” he almost barked while his hands moved to their mask… Frank has been trying to capture this vigilante for a while, can’t have some kid trying to play judge jury executioner around neighborhood and terrorizing the people. “you think you’re tough? You thought you could handle real fights?” He finally pulls the mask up, revealing the face of the vigilante… it made him pause, his grip loosening up a bit… “l-your.. your father..” he chocked on the words.