Frank showed no mercy, to even the slightest bit of crime. He loathed the drug business, because all of it tubed to the mob. The mob was what he was after, not the little drug dealers that tried to make a quick buck from here to there. He gritted his teeth trying to hold back the urge to take the man's worthless life. He looked at the bloodied face of the man, and smirked. Before he could pull the trigger, someone had swooped in from out of nowhere. With quick speed, Frank withdrew another M9 and aimed it at the presence. The man had stepped into the light, "you don't have to do that you know." Frank gritted his teeth at this comment, and wanted to pull both triggers. The boy kept his distance, which happened to be a good thing because nobody got this close to him. "This worthless life doesn't deserve to live... So go back to the circus!" He barked.

Frank held both pistols steady, just in case the boy would've tried anything. He looked at the logo upon his chest, and smirked widely. The man was dressed in blue, and wore a fancy ring upon his finger. Gotham City was still a mystery to Frank, and who knew what kind of villains or heroes were now present. Either this man was another freak show(mutant) or he was apart of a circus. "Don't you think death is a little bit harsh of a punishment for drug dealing?" Frank rolled his eyes at the boy's words. He couldn't stand the mental state of heroes, because in the end they were very weak-minded. Being weak-minded was their fatal downfall. "Boy... This man that stands before us, is supplying our children with 'candy'... Now do you think that's acceptable? I FOR ONE DON'T!" yelled Frank as he pulled one of the triggers. A large flash emitted from the tip of the barrel, leaving the drug dealer lifeless. Frank blew the smoke that spewed from the tip of the barrel of his M9 Beretta.

Frank left his family's deathbed's promising he would cleanse the streets of New York from hoodlums, drug dealers, arms dealers, basically any wrongdoer. He was a man who always kept his promises, especially to his deceased family that laid five feet deep in their sleep. He gritted his teeth as he continued watching the lifeless corpse before them. Blood began to ooze onto the pavement, from the gunshot wound that had entered the man's skull. 'What a waste of life' thought Frank as he kicked the body flat on its back. People usually went crazy when a man was killed in front of them, but it didn't even begin to penetrate his thoughts. Castle was a military man, who served 3 tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. He'd watched his whole unit die before his eyes on his first, but was phased then because he was an actual human before his family died. It wasn't until after he watched his family meet their demise, that every single living body had no meaning to the broken man.

“If you really wanted to see dead criminals, you should have moved to Florida. They’ve got the death penalty there.” Frank snickered at the comment, but ignored his words. He then watched as the circus-boy looted through the pockets of the lifeless dealer, pulling out the leather brown wallet. “His name was Dean Moore. He had seven-teen dollars and seventy-seven- no seventy-nine cent on him when you murdered him. He lived at one-ninety-six Brooke Avenue, Gotham City. His birthday was March Twenty-eighth. He would have been twenty-nine next week.” Frank's mug facial expression didn't change, after listening to the boy's words. There was nothing that would've penetrated the thick coating of ice, the Punisher had over his heart.

“This is uh, his niece and sister apparently... Dean, hope to see you soon. Thanks for coming to little Stephanie’s birthday, you mean a lot her, to both of us. Love your sister, Angelina XOXO.” Frank watched as the wallet had been chucked over at his feet. He looked down at the open wallet and eyed a woman and her little girl, causing him to lower his pistol that aimed at the Lantern. His blank facial expression still didn't change. "Whether you like it or not...Boy, I will show no pity towards this man. A drug dealer shouldn't ever be around an innocent woman and her child, because in reality, the drug business can get dirty, especially when these innocent lives could be used as leverage" growled Frank as he pointed to the brown wallet that continued to lay before his feet. "So the truth of the matter is, I just saved their lives" he added. Frank would've never laid a finger on a child or woman, no matter the circumstances. He knew this boy wasn't a threat just by the way he cared for lives, but Frank would continue to keep his guard up.

The masked boy before him was starting to slowly creep under his skin. He didn't understand that the people with mob ties had to die, no matter the consequences. The justice system was just as corrupt as the mafias that ran the underworld. Anything just to get a dollar nowadays, which turned some of the best detectives and police officers into defectives, under the grasps of the mob. “That’s your opinion and your entitled to it, What you are not entitled to is the right to kill people... Unless you have a badge and you are under attack, it is murder. And that it not opinion. That’s the law.” Frank rolled his eyes at the boy's words. He didn't want to hear a lecture from him, and certainly wasn't looking for the approval of his methods. Yes his methods were evil, but they were necessary to rid the city from the mobsters that lurked.

When the boy continued to lecture him, Castle didn't listen to a single word. He spoke a lot of what if's and continued to attack his methods, but the words still didn't faze him. "My methods are nothing of your concern hero boy, if he would've been taken into custody then he would've been back out on the streets the next day doing the same damn thing... And I care nothing for this hell hole of a place you call a city, and the only true reason as to why I'm here is to stop the drug pipeline that has entered from Gotham to Harlem" spoke the Punisher as he gritted his teeth trying to hold back the anger. The more the boy spoke, the more Frank wanted to put a bullet between his eyes and end his life too. The Justice system was a complete joke, especially in the state of New York. Frank had zero trust for the law enforcement, and wouldn't have called them if he were hanging off a skyscraper with one hand.

“I know that insignia. My dad’s a cop. You’re the Punisher, correct? Tell me . . . what ever happened to you to drive you this far to the edge?” asked the boy as he continued looking at the Punisher's chest. "Yes, I am the Punisher and I can see why you protect the police department, but just because your dad was a cop doesn't mean they are legit" he spoke as he gritted his teeth once more. The last question, was a question Frank refused to answer. He never liked discussing his past with a stranger, and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now. "That's none of your business, now if I were you I'd be a good boy and step aside, before you end up like him!" growled Frank as he aimed his pistol at the boy's head.