A different take on The Fans..

Jacket had been 'retired' years ago when he was assumed KIA. Harboring the guilt that he never was able to stop the Russian Mob, he lay low. The last thing he needed was word to stir that the animal was back, or..never really dead. Even when spending his days like this word did catch flame, about people running around in animal masks. Trying to finish what he started.

He knew he had fans, Hell he had an entire movie based on him..with..questionable actions sure. But a movie nonetheless. He scrolled the forums, unable to stop his curiosity, gazing over paragraphs and paragraphs of people fighting for his innocence, that every drop of blood he spilt was for the greater good of the world. Mourning posts for his death, to ones that would leave flowers next to his unmarked gravestone, cleaning up after anyone who would disrespect his resting place.

And like a moth to said flame, he couldn't help but investigate the biggest group, and most radical. The ones who basically worshipped him, trying to finish off the mob and 50 blessings.

Hell he even heard rumors they had some of his original weapons, and pieces of his coat. It was a stretch, but when he arrived to the party there was no way it was anything but real as he looked around, people dressed in varsity coats like his with matching Animal masks, Midnight Animal played on repeat, deafened only by the soundtrack playing on a speaker, manned by a man in a bear mask handing out drinks.

Though for a group who prayed on the ground he walked on, he didn't see a lot of chicken masks. And judging by the looks he got? He could only assume in some way it would've been disrespectful.