The words wouldn't come at first, but after what seemed like an eternity, she smiled, and said exactly what Matt wanted to hear.
"Yes!" She screamed.
"Karen, you've made me the happiest person in the world," he jumped up, squeezing her ever so softly.
"I know," she said softly, "I know."
# # # # #
"Name?" The doctor asked.
"Bullseye," he answered, smiling.
"No, your name, your real name."
The killer just looked the man in the eye and repeated himself. "Bullseye, you dimwit."
Waiting hadn't been easy, but he was finally going to get his chance. He was certain they wouldn't put him on the stands; after all he was certifiable. What he wouldn't give to see Murdock's face when they told him. The hits just keep coming, he thought, laughing aloud.
"We're gonna have to drug him," the doctor said, looking at his assistant.
# # # # #
"What the hell do you mean?" Matt asked.
"He can't take the stand, he's a lunatic, we can't risk looking like idiots in the public eye by putting a psycho up there to testify."
"But we built the whole case on his testimony, he's the only witness we have," Matt voice began to rise.
"And another thing, Daredevil brought him in, so that makes it even worse."
"You cannot be serious," he wasn't sure if he was going to scream or cry.
"I'm afraid so, Matt, I'm sorry, but we have to build this case without Bullseye."
Matt turned away, walking out of the District Attorney's office. He knew what had to be done, and he knew who was going to do it.
# # # # #
Wilson Fisk stood looking over the city, his city, smiling with anticipation. Behind him a lone figure stood cloaked in the shadows.
"I hope everything is still going well," he commented.
"Of course," the figure spoke. "There was a slight delay, but we can proceed now."
"Excellent, check your account, you'll find a nice little bonus waiting for you. Now leave me, everything goes down tomorrow night, don't mess this up, or you will regret it."
The door of the Kingpin's office opened and closed, and Fisk was alone, staring into the night sky.
# # # # #
He had resisted. Of course he had, no amount of drugs they could give him would ever faze him. He had died and been brought back to life, he had killed too many souls to begin counting; he had experienced more torture in his lifetime than all of the Vietnam POW's combined.
Now that he was sure he wouldn't be taking the stand, all he had to do was wait for Murdock to come after him. Certainly it wouldn't take that long, if he could break out of here in an hour, Daredevil should have no trouble getting in.
# # # # #
"What are you going to do Matt?" Karen asked.
"Trust me, it's better if you don't know."
"No, whatever it is you're thinking about, I'm begging you, don't do it."
"I'm sorry Karen, I have to, he has to pay."
"Think about Foggy, Matt."
"I am thinking about Foggy. About how I held his head in my hands, and listened to his heart stop."
"Well, what about me Matt? I love you, and I don't want to lose you, not like this."
"I love you too, Karen-"
"How can you propose to me one night and the next night tell me you're marching off to your certain death?"
He stopped, turning to look at her.
"Please Matt, don't be impetuous, just try and do this the legal way, please," she begged. She reached for his hand, swallowing it with hers.
He could smell the salt of the tears beginning to form in her eyes. Her heart was pounding, and it sounded as if her lungs were gasping for breath.
"For me?" She asked.
"Okay," he relented.
Her arms wrapped tightly around him, as she kissed his cheek.
# # # # #
Ben Urich sat at his desk inside the Daily Bugle. It was late and he was pretty sure he was the only one left in the building. A cursor flashed on his computer screen, begging to be put to use, but Ben didn't have the strength.
The latest news on the Kingpin case was grim, to say the least. The fact that Bullseye had been declared insane and unfit for trial was perhaps the worst news he'd ever heard. Once again that son of a bitch would escape justice.
His right hand came up off the desk briefly to turn the monitor off. It was late, and he had to be up early tomorrow. The DA's press conference was at nine, and he was praying Matt would be there. At least then he'd know he hadn't done anything foolish.
# # # # #
Matt walked out of the press conference slightly less than satisfied. Once again the Kingpin was going to get away with murder, and once again Matt could only stand by and watch.
There was a chill in the air, and it sent a shiver down his spine as he walked out of the building. His thoughts drifted to last night, and to Karen. He had promised not to seek his vengeance through Daredevil, but it was looking more and more like that was going to be his only option.
Ben had pulled him aside when he arrived that morning, asking him the same question, or rather asking the same of him. Once again he promised not to do anything rash. He knew they both wanted to keep him from harm, but couldn't help but feel like he was betraying Foggy.
The smell of New York hot dogs filled his nostrils, among other things. Once again his thoughts drifted, this time to a few days back, when he could've sworn he heard Foggy's voice.
His ears unknowingly focused themselves towards the same area. He heard the same vendor, and to his complete shock, déjà vu struck him when he heard Foggy's voice once again. When the voice spoke next, Matt knew he was wrong once more. He violently shook his head, paused to collect his thoughts, and then headed home. Home, where his bride-to-be was certainly waiting.
# # # # #
The Kingpin of crime walked through the doors of the bottom floor of his office building. In front of him stood his driver and his stretch limo.
"Home sir?" The man asked.
"No, the New York Institute for the Criminally Insane," he answered. "I have some unfinished business to attend to."
He stepped into the car and the driver closed the door behind him. The man walked around the car and climbed behind the wheel. As the key turned to start the engine, he heard a cell phone dialing and the motor of the soundproof window as it raised the pane of glass between passenger and driver.
# # # # #
Karen was hanging up the phone as Matt walked into the apartment.
"Who was that he asked?"
"Reporter. People have been calling all day to talk to you. The only reason I answered it at all is because I thought it might be you."
He smiled, walking towards her. Her perfume filled his head, threatening to overwhelm him. When he was close enough, she draped her arms around his neck.
"I have a wonderful idea Mr. Murdock, why don't we take a shower, hmm?"
"Why, Ms. Page, are you coming on to me?"
"You know me all too well, sir."
"A shower sounds…"
"What is it?"
"Sirens."
"Matt, this is New York City, sirens are the norm."
"Yeah, but they stopped outside this building."
There was a crash, then footsteps, then another crash, only this time it was Matt's door that made the sound. Karen screamed as four policemen stepped into the apartment. Matt instinctively put his body between her and the doorway.
One of them walked over to her, pulling out his handcuffs.
"Karen Page?"
"Yes," she answered meekly.
"You're under arrest."
Matt heard the sharp metal clink of the cuffs as they were placed around her wrists.
"Yes!" She screamed.
"Karen, you've made me the happiest person in the world," he jumped up, squeezing her ever so softly.
"I know," she said softly, "I know."
# # # # #
"Name?" The doctor asked.
"Bullseye," he answered, smiling.
"No, your name, your real name."
The killer just looked the man in the eye and repeated himself. "Bullseye, you dimwit."
Waiting hadn't been easy, but he was finally going to get his chance. He was certain they wouldn't put him on the stands; after all he was certifiable. What he wouldn't give to see Murdock's face when they told him. The hits just keep coming, he thought, laughing aloud.
"We're gonna have to drug him," the doctor said, looking at his assistant.
# # # # #
"What the hell do you mean?" Matt asked.
"He can't take the stand, he's a lunatic, we can't risk looking like idiots in the public eye by putting a psycho up there to testify."
"But we built the whole case on his testimony, he's the only witness we have," Matt voice began to rise.
"And another thing, Daredevil brought him in, so that makes it even worse."
"You cannot be serious," he wasn't sure if he was going to scream or cry.
"I'm afraid so, Matt, I'm sorry, but we have to build this case without Bullseye."
Matt turned away, walking out of the District Attorney's office. He knew what had to be done, and he knew who was going to do it.
# # # # #
Wilson Fisk stood looking over the city, his city, smiling with anticipation. Behind him a lone figure stood cloaked in the shadows.
"I hope everything is still going well," he commented.
"Of course," the figure spoke. "There was a slight delay, but we can proceed now."
"Excellent, check your account, you'll find a nice little bonus waiting for you. Now leave me, everything goes down tomorrow night, don't mess this up, or you will regret it."
The door of the Kingpin's office opened and closed, and Fisk was alone, staring into the night sky.
# # # # #
He had resisted. Of course he had, no amount of drugs they could give him would ever faze him. He had died and been brought back to life, he had killed too many souls to begin counting; he had experienced more torture in his lifetime than all of the Vietnam POW's combined.
Now that he was sure he wouldn't be taking the stand, all he had to do was wait for Murdock to come after him. Certainly it wouldn't take that long, if he could break out of here in an hour, Daredevil should have no trouble getting in.
# # # # #
"What are you going to do Matt?" Karen asked.
"Trust me, it's better if you don't know."
"No, whatever it is you're thinking about, I'm begging you, don't do it."
"I'm sorry Karen, I have to, he has to pay."
"Think about Foggy, Matt."
"I am thinking about Foggy. About how I held his head in my hands, and listened to his heart stop."
"Well, what about me Matt? I love you, and I don't want to lose you, not like this."
"I love you too, Karen-"
"How can you propose to me one night and the next night tell me you're marching off to your certain death?"
He stopped, turning to look at her.
"Please Matt, don't be impetuous, just try and do this the legal way, please," she begged. She reached for his hand, swallowing it with hers.
He could smell the salt of the tears beginning to form in her eyes. Her heart was pounding, and it sounded as if her lungs were gasping for breath.
"For me?" She asked.
"Okay," he relented.
Her arms wrapped tightly around him, as she kissed his cheek.
# # # # #
Ben Urich sat at his desk inside the Daily Bugle. It was late and he was pretty sure he was the only one left in the building. A cursor flashed on his computer screen, begging to be put to use, but Ben didn't have the strength.
The latest news on the Kingpin case was grim, to say the least. The fact that Bullseye had been declared insane and unfit for trial was perhaps the worst news he'd ever heard. Once again that son of a bitch would escape justice.
His right hand came up off the desk briefly to turn the monitor off. It was late, and he had to be up early tomorrow. The DA's press conference was at nine, and he was praying Matt would be there. At least then he'd know he hadn't done anything foolish.
# # # # #
Matt walked out of the press conference slightly less than satisfied. Once again the Kingpin was going to get away with murder, and once again Matt could only stand by and watch.
There was a chill in the air, and it sent a shiver down his spine as he walked out of the building. His thoughts drifted to last night, and to Karen. He had promised not to seek his vengeance through Daredevil, but it was looking more and more like that was going to be his only option.
Ben had pulled him aside when he arrived that morning, asking him the same question, or rather asking the same of him. Once again he promised not to do anything rash. He knew they both wanted to keep him from harm, but couldn't help but feel like he was betraying Foggy.
The smell of New York hot dogs filled his nostrils, among other things. Once again his thoughts drifted, this time to a few days back, when he could've sworn he heard Foggy's voice.
His ears unknowingly focused themselves towards the same area. He heard the same vendor, and to his complete shock, déjà vu struck him when he heard Foggy's voice once again. When the voice spoke next, Matt knew he was wrong once more. He violently shook his head, paused to collect his thoughts, and then headed home. Home, where his bride-to-be was certainly waiting.
# # # # #
The Kingpin of crime walked through the doors of the bottom floor of his office building. In front of him stood his driver and his stretch limo.
"Home sir?" The man asked.
"No, the New York Institute for the Criminally Insane," he answered. "I have some unfinished business to attend to."
He stepped into the car and the driver closed the door behind him. The man walked around the car and climbed behind the wheel. As the key turned to start the engine, he heard a cell phone dialing and the motor of the soundproof window as it raised the pane of glass between passenger and driver.
# # # # #
Karen was hanging up the phone as Matt walked into the apartment.
"Who was that he asked?"
"Reporter. People have been calling all day to talk to you. The only reason I answered it at all is because I thought it might be you."
He smiled, walking towards her. Her perfume filled his head, threatening to overwhelm him. When he was close enough, she draped her arms around his neck.
"I have a wonderful idea Mr. Murdock, why don't we take a shower, hmm?"
"Why, Ms. Page, are you coming on to me?"
"You know me all too well, sir."
"A shower sounds…"
"What is it?"
"Sirens."
"Matt, this is New York City, sirens are the norm."
"Yeah, but they stopped outside this building."
There was a crash, then footsteps, then another crash, only this time it was Matt's door that made the sound. Karen screamed as four policemen stepped into the apartment. Matt instinctively put his body between her and the doorway.
One of them walked over to her, pulling out his handcuffs.
"Karen Page?"
"Yes," she answered meekly.
"You're under arrest."
Matt heard the sharp metal clink of the cuffs as they were placed around her wrists.