"HERO OF JUSTICE"
December 25, 1996 –
“Do you ever wonder if we made the right decision?” Mattman
asks stoically as he and Mattgirl take an aerial view of the crime ridden
Ghost Town from atop a tall skyscraper.
“What do you mean?” Mattgirl asks with noticeable
confusion as she surveys down below through her binoculars.
“Well here it is, Christmas night, and we’re spending
it on top of a building wondering if evil clowns or titanium filled muscle
maniacs will try to attack some unsuspecting citizen in hopes that it will
lure us into a trap to reveal our secret identities and eventually kill
“Part of the job I guess,” answers Mattgirl.
“But is our job even worth it?” Mattman asks.
“I mean, I couldn’t save your father. He’s dead. I couldn’t
save Nalfred, and now he’s dead…”
“Nalfred died of a heart attack… I don’t
think that can be blamed on you.”
“Yes, a heart attack killed him, but who knows
how long he was waiting for me to come home and call an ambulance for him.
Or to perform CPR. He was my family, and I couldn’t save him.
Instead, I was out dressed in a cape and cowl hunting down the former Chief
of Police turned masked villain. If I was just some normal citizen,
I could have been there to save him.”
“It wasn’t your fault, these things just happen
sometimes. And no, you couldn’t save my father, but you did save
countless other people. Who knows how many people would have been
murdered if you were not there to save them?”
“So you’re saying you never have doubts?”
“Of course I do. I have doubts about everything.
Sometimes I wonder if I should have worn the blue sweater instead of the
red one. It’s natural to have doubts about any decision you make.”
“Yeah, but this is a little more serious than deciding
what color sweater to wear.”
“I know it is,” Mattgirl admits. “Yes, I
do have doubts. Right now I’m engaged to John, and between me secretly
being Mattgirl and him now being a secret agent, this has to be the most
dishonest, unhealthy relationship possible. Of course I wonder if
things would be easier if I was just some ordinary woman. But that
wasn’t my calling. It wasn’t yours either.”
“I should hope not. I wouldn’t make a very
good ordinary girl.”
“You know what I mean…”
“I know,” Mattman says softly.
“Listen, I know you’re having a tough time dealing
with Nalfred’s death. It’s not something that you’re going to get
over in a matter of months. You remember what I went through when
my dad died.”
“Yeah, you blamed me…” Mattman says with a half
“See, so it’s natural to go a little crazy.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Mattman answers quietly and
“Bruce…” Mattgirl begins to say before getting
“We should probably try Falcon and Blue Jay to
see if they see anything unusual.”
“Are you going to be okay?” Mattgirl asks.
Mattman looks deep into her eyes, but does not
say a word. Finally, his mouth opens, as if he is about to speak.
Mattgirl anxiously awaits his response.
“Falcon, how’s it looking over there?” Mattman
says into his walkie talkie.
Mattgirl sighs, disappointed that she is unable to have
a breakthrough with her friend.
“So far it’s clear,” Falcon responds as he and Blue Jay
observe the snow covered town beneath them.
“What exactly are we waiting for?” Blue Jay asks Falcon.
“We got a tip that Yoker and Giggler may be trying to
break into the bank.”
“They can’t take the holidays off?”
“They never do.”
The two superheroes continue their surveillance while,
unbeknownst to them, the Demented Duo—the diabolical team of the Yoker
and the Giggler—are already inside the bank. The lone security guard
sits tied up on a comfortable office chair, as Giggler attempts to hack
through the computers in hopes of finding the combination to open the safe.
While Giggler does the brain work, Yoker taunts the guard.
“Well Gerald,” Yoker says as he grabs hold of the guard’s
name tag, “is this how you expected to spend your holiday?”
The Yoker’s ghastly and demonic laugh echoes through
the empty building. The security guard remains silent, which seems
to upset the murderous villain.
“What’s wrong Gerald….cat got your tongue?” Yoker asks.
The disgusted—but still noticeably nervous—Gerald spits
in the Yoker’s face. There is a moment of silence as Yoker’s head
is turned away. Slowly he faces Gerald, with a horrifying smile on
his face that extends from one ear to the next. In one swift movement
Yoker grabs Gerald’s face with one hand, and stuffs his other hand down
Gerald’s throat, and grabs hold of his tongue.
“I guess I get to beat the cat to the punch,” Yoker says
as he grabs a metallic envelope opener and slices Gerald’s tongue off,
forcing him to spit blood all over Yoker’s lavender jacket. “Well
that wasn’t very nice,” Yoker says as he looks at his bloodied jacket.
“You better hope he wasn’t going to talk,” says Giggler,
in reference to the combination to the safe.
“I don’t think we have to worry about him doing any talking.”
Yoker tosses the tongue to the carpeted floor and struts over to his partner
in crime. “Any luck with the combination?”
After a brief pause as he strokes the keyboards, Giggler
fittingly giggles happily and turns the computer screen to the Yoker.
Displayed on the monitor is the combination to the safe. Both rogues
grab their sacks and rush into the now unlocked safe, and quickly pile
in as much money as possible. Just as the tandem is about to exit
the safe, suddenly the alarm starts blaring. Yoker and Giggler stop
in their tracks and stare at Gerald, who had just rolled his chair to a
desk and had hit the alarm.
“That,” the Yoker begins to say as he reaches into his
inside breast pocket and reveals a long-barreled shotgun, “was a grave,
grave mistake.” Just as the villain is about to fire, the sound of
a window crashing gets his attention.
“I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” Mattman asks.
A second later, Mattgirl swings through another window.
“You two could have saved the bank some dough by crashing
through the same window, you know,” the Yoker notes.
“Coming from the psycho who just stole hundreds of thousands
of dollars…” Mattman replies.
“It would have been millions had our tongue-less friend
here not done something very, very stupid,” the Giggler says.
“Enough small talk, lets get this over with,” commands
Giggler then reaches into the inside of his belt and
reveals a small shotgun. “How about we make this interesting,” he
says as he points his gun at Mattgirl.
“Who are you going to save?” Yoker asks as he continues
to point his gun at Gerald. “The innocent security guard, or your
“I won’t have to,” Mattman answers. In an instant,
both Giggler and Yoker feel a blunt object hit them in the back of their
heads. They release both the sacks of money and their weapons as
they dropped to the ground. Standing behind them are Falcon and Blue
“The numbers game usually isn’t on our side,” Mattgirl
notes. “I’m starting to understand why all these villains team up
“Lets tie these two up,” Mattman orders as he reaches
into his utility belt and takes out some rope.
Just as the Superheroes begin cuffing the Yoker and Giggler’s
wrists together, the front door of the bank obliterates, and standing at
the archway is the mammoth Titanium. Standing at nearly seven feet
tall, Titanium is not a force many people would want to reckon with.
The fact that at the touch of a button, titanium armor spreads throughout
his body beneath his skin—protecting him from anything from punches to
bullets—making him pretty much invincible, does not help matters either.
“Great,” mumbles an already crabby Mattman. “Blue
Jay, finish tying up those two,” orders Mattman as he points at the Yoker
and Giggler, who still appear to be unconscious. He then turns to
Falcon and Mattgirl. “Let’s take out the muscle man.”
Mattman, Falcon, and Mattgirl storm towards Titanium,
but he easily brushes them off. The massive maniac sets his sights
on the sacks of money lying beside Yoker and Giggler. Although his
mask covers it, Titanium smiles as he stares at his prize. If anybody
is walking away with a fortune tonight, it’s going to be him. The
moment is interrupted when Mattman jumps onto the villain’s back, but the
much bigger and stronger foe effortlessly throws him across the room, crashing
through another window to the pavement outside. Seriously dazed,
Mattman rolls over onto his back, but is unable to stand up. Falcon
and Mattgirl attempt a second front, but Titanium’s gargantuan hands grabs
onto their heads and smashes them against each other, knocking them both
Blue Jay is trying to tie up the two remaining villains
as quickly as he can, but his efforts are useless when, out of nowhere,
he is suddenly snatched by the neck. With ease, Titanium lifts Blue
Jay up into the air, and tosses him across the bank and against the metallic
safe door. Titanium peaks down at the sacks of money on the floor,
and goes to grab it.
“Not so fast, big man,” a bloodied Yoker says as he points
a gun at Titanium. “I know this won’t kill you, but I’m sure it hurts
“Try it,” dares Titanium. Yoker contemplates the
move, and thinking quickly, directs the gun towards Titanium’s crotch.
“For some reason, I doubt that has a titanium shield.”
Suddenly nervous, Titanium is forced to think quickly
as well. Doing what he always does, he uses aggression. He
goes to make an attack on the evil clown, but is stopped before he can
make his move.
“Careful there,” Giggler says as he points his gun at
the giant masked villain. “My associate and I came planned this heist
for quite some time. We’re not going to let some jock asshole just
stroll in and walk away with the big prize.”
“Do you really think the two of you can stop me?” asks
Titanium. “I just easily took out those four heroes. The same
heroes that left the two of you lying in a puddle of your own blood within
The Yoker prepares to fire his gun. “Say goodbye
to Mr. Peepers.”
“And his two little friends, too,” Giggler says as the
two of them rise to their feet. They grab the sacks of money, but
never take their eyes off their target.
“And we do mean little friends. I wonder how big
that target is now after all these years, ‘roid monkey,” Yoker states,
his devilish grin now returning.
Yoker and Giggler back their way out of the bank, as
Titanium angrily watches on. He was outsmarted, plain and simple.
He will still get his prize, though. There’s a safe full of money
that those two freaks left behind. He’ll get his revenge on them
Yoker and Giggler get outside the bank and begin to make
their escape. Their attempts are not too fruitful, however, when
a fist to Giggler’s face courtesy of Mattman takes him out of the game.
Yoker looks at his partner in crime—once again lying on the floor unconscious—and
then at his long-time nemesis in front of him.
“Fuck it,” Yoker says as he begins to make a run for
it. Mattman quickly ties up the Giggler and takes his gun, just in
case. He then begins tailing the Yoker.
Inside, Titanium walks into the still-opened safe of
the bank. The place is a mess from the theft that occurred moments
earlier, but there’s still plenty of money left inside. He begins
grabbing as much money as he can, when suddenly he hears a loud slam.
The safe door is now closed. He is trapped inside.
Blue Jay, Falcon, and Mattgirl—now awake—hold the door
of the safe closed. They wind the lock a few times to ensure that
“That should hold him until the police arrive,” says
Falcon. They then hurry over to Gerald, who is still bleeding from
Yoker is frantic and out of breath as he runs as quickly
as he can from the Hero of Justice. His head is still throbbing and
bleeding. He looks behind him to see if he’s still being followed.
No sign of Mattman, thankfully. He turns back forward, and is shocked
to see Mattman standing before him.
“Shi…” Yoker begins to say when he is interrupted with
a punch in the face, knocking the sack of money out of his hand.
“It’s over, Yoker,” Mattman says. “Giggler is in
police custody by now. It won’t be long before he starts talking,
and we’ll find out where you two are hiding out. You won’t be able
to run away from this.”
Yoker quickly takes out his gun and recklessly points
it at Mattman. “I’m not going back to that asylum. You can’t
make me go back there.”
“Don’t make it go down like this,” Mattman warns.
Despite dedicating his life to stopping those that do evil—and Yoker is
undoubtedly the most evil of all—Mattman never wants to take another life,
no matter how despicable it may be.
“I’m not going back there,” Yoker repeats. He leans
down and grabs hold of the sack of money. He prepares to pull the
trigger of his gun. In retaliation, Mattman grasps the gun he had
confiscated from the Giggler moments earlier. “Merry Christmas, Mattman,”
Yoker says as he pulls the trigger. Mattman dives back—avoiding the
bullet—takes out his gun and fires at the Yoker. The bullet hits
him in the stomach. Yoker drops his gun and the sack of money.
He grabs hold of the bullet wound. He stares at his dark blue glove,
now stained with blood. He is unable to speak as he gasps for breath.
He looks up at Mattman, and then back down at his fatal wound.
“You….killed me….” Yoker says with a shortness of breath
as he staggers backward. He looks up at Mattman one final time, before
falling back over the ledge of a bridge down into the ice cold water below.
Mattman rushes over to the railing of the bridge and looks down beneath.
There is only heavy rapids of water—no sign of the Yoker.
“Tonight Ghost Town got perhaps the greatest Christmas
gift of all,” David Grayson—secretly the Falcon, but publicly the anchor
person for Channel 6 News. “For the first time in several years,
every single serial criminal is now either behind bars or in a mental asylum.
Viewers remember nearly two years ago when Birdman lost his life when Ghost
Town’s guardian angel Mattman prevented him from committing yet another
crime. Tonight, Mattman was able to thwart three more roguish citizens—the
Yoker, Giggler, and Titanium. The Yoker was killed in the midst of
the battle, finally putting an end to the life of Ghost Town’s most evil
Bruce Basilo shuts off the television as he sits
in the Mattcave. He’s heard enough. Everybody praised him for
being such a hero when he killed Birdman. Few people realize that
Birdman asked for redemption in his final moment of life. He had
to sit above a man he fought for years and watch him die. In a way,
part of him died that night as well. For a while he fought with a
new passion, but before long he realized the truth—that he no longer had
a passion to fight. He feels that more than ever right now.
Another death. Sure, Yoker killed many innocent men and women, possibly
even kids. He even killed Charles Morton, the police Commissioner
and father of Matilda Morton, otherwise known as Mattgirl. But does
taking his life make Mattman a greater hero? No. It just makes
him feel less human.
“Hey Bruce, have a beer,” Jason Bleu—the true identity
of Blue Jay—says as he walks down to the Mattcave. Jason tosses Bruce
a can of beer, which he quickly cracks open.
“You shouldn’t be drinking this stuff,” Bruce tells
his not-quite-legally-aged sidekick.
“C’mon Bruce, I’m 20, not 16.” The two toast
each other, and continue drinking.
“At what point do you stop being a hero and do
you start being a killer?” Bruce asks.
“What sort of question is that? How many
people have you killed? Two? And you were trying to stop them
from committing crimes.”
“I killed Charles Morton.”
“No you didn’t. The Yoker killed him,” corrects
“I pretty much. The Yoker gave me a choice:
Let Charles die, or let a room full of children die.”
“What choice did you have?”
“I didn’t even try to save him. I just chose
for him to die.”
“You got distracted by the Phantom, there was nothing
you could have done,” Jason reassures.
“I got distracted. I let him die.”
Bruce blocks out whatever Jason is saying and looks
down at his Mattman costume folded beside him. He finishes his beer,
crushes the can in his hand, and grabs hold of his costume.
“All of these so called villains are either facing
life sentences in prison or a mental asylum. The Yoker is dead,”
Bruce begins saying. He then throws the crushed beer can and his
costume into the trash. “And so is Mattman. This town doesn’t
need me anymore.”
“Bruce…” Jason calls out as Bruce makes his
way up the stairs and back into Basilo Manor. “Bruce!” Jason calls
again. But Bruce does not respond. He doesn’t even look back.
OF JUSTICE" POSTERS
"HERO OF JUSTICE"
THE MINI-SERIES THAT BRINGS
THE MATTMAN STORY TO A CONCLUSION
1 - CHRISTMAS 1996
2 - JANUARY 2005