Wilson Fisk walked out of the downtown police precinct with a smile on his face. Early this morning he had been arrested for murder charges. Bail was easily posted, and now the Kingpin of crime felt the sun beating down on his shoulders after only a few hours in a cell.
On the street a limo was waiting for him, and a block away was an unmarked police car sent to tail him. Fisk slid his massive frame into the vehicle, and was greeted by one of his many lawyers. He was well dressed, carrying a small briefcase, and not flimsy by any means, but sitting across from the giant Fisk, the man seemed petite.
"Shall I ready the helicopter?" he asked.
"No," Fisk answered, his smile turning into a grimace.
"Sir, you should really think things through-"
"I do not intend to leave now, not when I have Murdock right where I want him," Kingpin interrupted.
"Very well sir," the lawyer said, leaning back into his seat. As they drove off the grimace returned to it's former state, and the smile of the Kingpin sent a chill down the lawyer's spine.
# # # # #
Matt listened to the crowd gathered below him. It was quite amazing to hear a hundred plus hearts beating at once. To hear the click-whirr of over fifty cameras as they snap photographs of the new assistant district attorney. To hear the inaudible hum of twenty video cameras as they videotape the announcement. Yes, it was really something.
"So in the wake of the tragedy that has struck both this city, and the life of Mr. Murdock, I am pleased to announce that he has accepted our offer. Your new assistant district attorney, Matt Murdock."
The crowd gave a brief applause as Matt stepped up to the microphone.
"I'm not sure I know where to start. First of all, thank you, with all of my heart. I hope to be able to fulfill the requirements that this position entails, and while I won't be personally handling the trial, I will make sure Wilson Fisk is prosecuted to the furthest extent of the law for the murders of Jacob Rubenson and Franklin Nelson. Now, any questions?"
The voices of reporters bombarded his ears.
# # # # #
Ben Urich watched as Matt answered the questions diligently. It was nice to finally see him taken into the publics eye as Matt Murdock and not Daredevil. Earlier in the morning Ben had spoken with Matt privately and gotten his own interview, which would see print in the Bugles Morning edition. That should make Jameson happy.
Ben had also been assigned to cover the Kingpin trial, which he wasn't thrilled about, but at least he would be able to be there for Matt. He prayed that they would finally nail that bastard to the wall. As he watched the media circus that was being unleashed on his friend he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him from behind.
# # # # #
Bullseye stared through the bars of his cell at his fellow inmates below him. They were all outside living it up while he was stuck like a caged rat. He was really beginning to think this wasn't worth the wait, and it definitely wasn't worth being chained to a wall.
He had met with his lawyer the day before, and been assured the trial would be speedy, and afterwards he would be taken to a much nicer place than this. But only if he cooperated. The assassin assured the man he would do what was asked of him, he couldn't wait to see the look on Murdock's face in the courtroom.
Thinking about that once again brought that evil grin to the madman's lips. Maybe it was worth the wait after all.
# # # # #
Fisk walked into the office in his high-rise apartment still wearing a smile across his face. Everything was going according to plan; all that was left was one final piece to the puzzle. Sitting down at his desk, the obese man picked up his telephone and dialed out. When the voice came on the other line Fisk uttered one sentence.
"You know what to do."
# # # # #
Matt stood at the podium, diligently answering the endless sea of questions, when he caught a familiar scent. Someone was wearing Lily; it used to be Karen's favorite perfume. The aroma brought on a wave of nostalgia. The voice of his deceased girlfriend began to echo in his ears. It was everything he remembered. Sweet, somber, full of life. She was amazing.
Reality came back to him suddenly at the sound of one reporter's voice. Matt briefly heard the end of his question, and then leaned into the microphone to respond.
"I'm sorry, I have to go."
With that Matt grabbed his cane and headed inside the courthouse.
# # # # #
Ben looked on as Matt headed into the building, cane in hand. Behind him he heard a small cough. Ben turned his head to see a woman that looked to be in her late twenties. She was about five and a half feet tall, and very striking. She had shoulder length, blonde hair, and she was wearing very dark sunglasses. Ben thought she was a little overdressed for a press conference.
Noticing his stare she flashed Ben a smile, the turned her eyes back to the departing Mr. Murdock. Ben smiled back, and then returned his gaze back also. When Matt was out of sight, Ben heard the clip-clop of the woman's heels as she departed the scene. Ben also turned to leave when it suddenly struck him, he knew that smile. His eyes darted around the crowd looking for the familiar stranger, but she was nowhere in sight.
# # # # #
The blonde woman smiled politely at the man staring at her, and when he turned his head back to the courthouse steps she made her exit. Luckily she didn't have to walk far in her heels, her car was less than a block away. She hated dressing like this, but she wanted to look good for Matt. She wanted to surprise him.
Sitting behind the wheel, she put the key in the ignition and started the car. A few minutes later Matt's car came around the corner. She smiled to herself when she saw him sitting in the back seat. She could see his lips moving, forming the words to tell the driver where to go.
She followed behind them quickly, hoping not to be too conspicuous. This was going to be fun.
# # # # #
Matt climbed into back seat of the car they had waiting for him. He wasn't sure he could ever get used to such posh treatment. He listened to the loud purr of the engine as it came to life; it was astonishing to be able to hear every piston as it fired. He told the driver the address to his apartment, and soon enough he was home.
Thanking the man, Matt folded out his cane and began his slow walk upstairs to hi place. This charade always brought a smirk to the blind man's face. Once inside the building he could hear his phone ringing, along with a few other noises he could've done without. Once he was sure he was out of sight from the driver, Matt raced up to his loft.
Inside, he quickly ran for the phone. "Hello," came the words.
"Matt, it's Ben, let me ask you something,"
A knock came at the door as Ben finished the words.
"Just a second, Ben, someone's at my door."
Matt placed the phone down on the table, and walked back to the half open door. His ears attuned to the heartbeat of his visitor, and a familiar aroma filled his nostrils.
# # # # #
She waited until the driver was out of sight before she opened the car door. Her heels made that hypnotic rhythm on the pavement as she walked towards the apartment. Her eyes caught a glimpse of Matt as re raced up the stairs. Apparently something was pressing because he hadn't bothered to make sure the door closed behind him.
Good, she thought, that would definitely make this easier than she had planned. As silently as possible she slipped in the door, and crept up the stairs. Once at the top she heard his phone ringing, and as he answered it she rapped he knuckles across the wooden door.
The doorknob turned and she smiled at the man who answered, even though she knew he couldn't see it.
"Hello, Matt," she began.
# # # # #
The words stunned Matt, for a second he was pretty sure his heart stopped.
"Matt, are you okay?" She asked.
"K-Karen?" He stuttered, as a wave of shocking bliss sent him falling to the floor.
On the street a limo was waiting for him, and a block away was an unmarked police car sent to tail him. Fisk slid his massive frame into the vehicle, and was greeted by one of his many lawyers. He was well dressed, carrying a small briefcase, and not flimsy by any means, but sitting across from the giant Fisk, the man seemed petite.
"Shall I ready the helicopter?" he asked.
"No," Fisk answered, his smile turning into a grimace.
"Sir, you should really think things through-"
"I do not intend to leave now, not when I have Murdock right where I want him," Kingpin interrupted.
"Very well sir," the lawyer said, leaning back into his seat. As they drove off the grimace returned to it's former state, and the smile of the Kingpin sent a chill down the lawyer's spine.
# # # # #
Matt listened to the crowd gathered below him. It was quite amazing to hear a hundred plus hearts beating at once. To hear the click-whirr of over fifty cameras as they snap photographs of the new assistant district attorney. To hear the inaudible hum of twenty video cameras as they videotape the announcement. Yes, it was really something.
"So in the wake of the tragedy that has struck both this city, and the life of Mr. Murdock, I am pleased to announce that he has accepted our offer. Your new assistant district attorney, Matt Murdock."
The crowd gave a brief applause as Matt stepped up to the microphone.
"I'm not sure I know where to start. First of all, thank you, with all of my heart. I hope to be able to fulfill the requirements that this position entails, and while I won't be personally handling the trial, I will make sure Wilson Fisk is prosecuted to the furthest extent of the law for the murders of Jacob Rubenson and Franklin Nelson. Now, any questions?"
The voices of reporters bombarded his ears.
# # # # #
Ben Urich watched as Matt answered the questions diligently. It was nice to finally see him taken into the publics eye as Matt Murdock and not Daredevil. Earlier in the morning Ben had spoken with Matt privately and gotten his own interview, which would see print in the Bugles Morning edition. That should make Jameson happy.
Ben had also been assigned to cover the Kingpin trial, which he wasn't thrilled about, but at least he would be able to be there for Matt. He prayed that they would finally nail that bastard to the wall. As he watched the media circus that was being unleashed on his friend he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him from behind.
# # # # #
Bullseye stared through the bars of his cell at his fellow inmates below him. They were all outside living it up while he was stuck like a caged rat. He was really beginning to think this wasn't worth the wait, and it definitely wasn't worth being chained to a wall.
He had met with his lawyer the day before, and been assured the trial would be speedy, and afterwards he would be taken to a much nicer place than this. But only if he cooperated. The assassin assured the man he would do what was asked of him, he couldn't wait to see the look on Murdock's face in the courtroom.
Thinking about that once again brought that evil grin to the madman's lips. Maybe it was worth the wait after all.
# # # # #
Fisk walked into the office in his high-rise apartment still wearing a smile across his face. Everything was going according to plan; all that was left was one final piece to the puzzle. Sitting down at his desk, the obese man picked up his telephone and dialed out. When the voice came on the other line Fisk uttered one sentence.
"You know what to do."
# # # # #
Matt stood at the podium, diligently answering the endless sea of questions, when he caught a familiar scent. Someone was wearing Lily; it used to be Karen's favorite perfume. The aroma brought on a wave of nostalgia. The voice of his deceased girlfriend began to echo in his ears. It was everything he remembered. Sweet, somber, full of life. She was amazing.
Reality came back to him suddenly at the sound of one reporter's voice. Matt briefly heard the end of his question, and then leaned into the microphone to respond.
"I'm sorry, I have to go."
With that Matt grabbed his cane and headed inside the courthouse.
# # # # #
Ben looked on as Matt headed into the building, cane in hand. Behind him he heard a small cough. Ben turned his head to see a woman that looked to be in her late twenties. She was about five and a half feet tall, and very striking. She had shoulder length, blonde hair, and she was wearing very dark sunglasses. Ben thought she was a little overdressed for a press conference.
Noticing his stare she flashed Ben a smile, the turned her eyes back to the departing Mr. Murdock. Ben smiled back, and then returned his gaze back also. When Matt was out of sight, Ben heard the clip-clop of the woman's heels as she departed the scene. Ben also turned to leave when it suddenly struck him, he knew that smile. His eyes darted around the crowd looking for the familiar stranger, but she was nowhere in sight.
# # # # #
The blonde woman smiled politely at the man staring at her, and when he turned his head back to the courthouse steps she made her exit. Luckily she didn't have to walk far in her heels, her car was less than a block away. She hated dressing like this, but she wanted to look good for Matt. She wanted to surprise him.
Sitting behind the wheel, she put the key in the ignition and started the car. A few minutes later Matt's car came around the corner. She smiled to herself when she saw him sitting in the back seat. She could see his lips moving, forming the words to tell the driver where to go.
She followed behind them quickly, hoping not to be too conspicuous. This was going to be fun.
# # # # #
Matt climbed into back seat of the car they had waiting for him. He wasn't sure he could ever get used to such posh treatment. He listened to the loud purr of the engine as it came to life; it was astonishing to be able to hear every piston as it fired. He told the driver the address to his apartment, and soon enough he was home.
Thanking the man, Matt folded out his cane and began his slow walk upstairs to hi place. This charade always brought a smirk to the blind man's face. Once inside the building he could hear his phone ringing, along with a few other noises he could've done without. Once he was sure he was out of sight from the driver, Matt raced up to his loft.
Inside, he quickly ran for the phone. "Hello," came the words.
"Matt, it's Ben, let me ask you something,"
A knock came at the door as Ben finished the words.
"Just a second, Ben, someone's at my door."
Matt placed the phone down on the table, and walked back to the half open door. His ears attuned to the heartbeat of his visitor, and a familiar aroma filled his nostrils.
# # # # #
She waited until the driver was out of sight before she opened the car door. Her heels made that hypnotic rhythm on the pavement as she walked towards the apartment. Her eyes caught a glimpse of Matt as re raced up the stairs. Apparently something was pressing because he hadn't bothered to make sure the door closed behind him.
Good, she thought, that would definitely make this easier than she had planned. As silently as possible she slipped in the door, and crept up the stairs. Once at the top she heard his phone ringing, and as he answered it she rapped he knuckles across the wooden door.
The doorknob turned and she smiled at the man who answered, even though she knew he couldn't see it.
"Hello, Matt," she began.
# # # # #
The words stunned Matt, for a second he was pretty sure his heart stopped.
"Matt, are you okay?" She asked.
"K-Karen?" He stuttered, as a wave of shocking bliss sent him falling to the floor.