Chapter 1 - Morals

Sometimes doing the right thing can end up causing more trouble than it's worth. At the end of the day, everyone in their own minds believe that they are doing the 'right thing'. A serial killer could justify his murders just as easily as a vigilante could justify taking the law into their own hands.

I knew that what I would do would put me in danger. The chaos it would cause amongst the gangs of Hell's Kitchen was still a small price to pay in the grand scheme of events. After all, I knew that I was doing the 'right thing'. I dialled the number into my phone, knowing that there was no going back from it. A contact had given me the lawyer's names; Nelson and Murdock. If I wanted to take down the demons of the city, they would be the perfect place to start.

I had admitted to myself that I was impressed by how much their small law firm had achieved. Locking up the city's Kingpin was no easy task, which attracted me to them all the more. The main incentive was that they were new at the business, so they were also clean. I couldn't risk my information getting into the wrong hands.

Time dragged on as I anxiously waited to get an answer from the law firm. They were my only hope, I had no plan B. Every ring of the line felt like an eternity until the other end finally picked up. "Nelson and Murdock, how may I help you?"

I couldn't deny my confusion at the sound of a female's voice answering the call. My mind went blank for a moment, before realizing the obvious in front of me. She must have been their receptionist; business was likely booming since their famous case. I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity before composing myself again. I was likely not the sort of client that the two lawyers were used to, but I knew that they wouldn't be able to resist my case once I laid out the information in front of them.

"My name is Scarlett," I confidently replied, "I would like to request a meeting with Nelson and Murdock as soon as possible. My case is very urgent, so I can't afford to wait much time for an appointment."

The line went quiet for a short few seconds after my statement. I guessed that they were still struggling to find many professional clients, despite their newly earned status. From my knowledge of the lawyers, I wouldn't have been shocked if they were still wasting their time on minor cases which had no real significance on the city or their finances.

Nevertheless, it wasn't long until a voice finally responded to my statement; only it wasn't the one I was expecting. Instead of the perky receptionist, I was greeted with the deep voice of a male. So I had peeked their interest, I thought to myself.

"What exactly is 'your case' Miss Scarlett. Don't expect to get a meeting with us if you aren't willing to explain your situation over the phone," he sternly stated. I scoffed at his blunt tone. If only he knew what I was able to offer them. There was no way I would be able to follow his request during a phone call, otherwise it would likely be tracked by one of Fisk's men. I constantly had to be careful now that they knew who I was and what I had done.

"Let's just say I have some information, on a certain man you're interested in. To be more specific, I can give you enough details to take his whole army down one by one."

What I said was true. Through a bit of searching and getting myself on the inside of his operation, I had acquired the names and addresses of all of Wilson's men. Now that the real danger was locked in a cell, it wouldn't be long until one of them attempted to dethrone the Kingpin and take control of the city.

I wanted to make sure that I did everything in my power to stop that from happening.

"I must say that you are being extremely vague with your answer. But yet, your case still interests me if what you are implying is true. If it really is as urgent as you state it is, my colleague and I can find you an appointment before the end of the day, around 5:00pm," his low voice stated.

A small smile of accomplishment found its way onto my face as I heard the promising news. It was just past noon, leaving me with quite a few hours to get my information organized and presentable. I muttered a short thanks down the phone before ending the call.

Numerous folders were scattered about my disordered apartment. I hadn't the time for tidying with all the mess I had found myself in. In an ironic way, the state of my quaint apartment matched the situation I had found myself in; chaotic.

Huffing at the sight in front of me, I began the tedious search for every last piece of paper filled with the precious information that I had stolen straight from the hands of Fisk himself. I was a private investigator by trade, but for a short time I had found myself by the side of the city's most powerful man. Only no one knew that I was there, overlooking the woman who had become his secretary.

My mother had always called me curious, yet even she didn't realize the extent that it could take me to. Growing up in the harsh atmosphere of Hell's kitchen had made me fearless, creating a dangerous combination which often ended with me finding myself in more trouble yet again.

I had always been interested in the crime complex that had such an overwhelming control over the city. I didn't even have to think twice when one of my closest contacts had successfully helped me into the thick of it. The first few months had been difficult, but after a while I had access to information that others could only dream of.

Following Fisk's downfall, it was only common knowledge that my position would be lost as well. Yet the information I had acclimated made me less than disappointed that my time there was over. All I needed now was it to get into the right hands.

I grabbed every folder in my sight, loading them into my large leather satchel. It wasn't exactly inconspicuous, but I already had people searching for me and I knew that when they located where I was it wouldn't exactly matter. It was only a question of time. My search went on for a couple of hours before I was satisfied that there was nothing else left to find.

With the remaining time, I found myself taking a quick shower and changing into as close to a business suit as I could find. I needed to look presentable if I wanted them to take my proposition seriously. What I had in my possession could potentially make or break the city.

I gave the clock on my wall a bored stare. After busying myself for hours, the time still only read as just after 4:00pm. Their office was a few blocks away, just a short 10 minutes walking distance. I sighed and headed off anyway, unable to distract myself any longer. Maybe if I turned up early then I could get this over with quicker.

As I walked out of my door, the loud noise of my heels coming into contact with the ground echoed throughout the hallway. The sound followed me as I reached the streets and continued down the concrete sidewalk. It didn't take long to cover the short distance to their firm, as I had predicted, but still I opened the door to their office and made myself comfortable in their cramped waiting room.

I earned a confused look from the blonde receptionist as she plainly checked through the pair's schedule for the day. I looked at my wristwatch; 45 minutes till my appointment was due. The woman strided out of her office and into another room, catching my attention. I caught a short glimpse of the meeting being held before she quickly closed the door shut behind her.

It dawned on me how desperate I must have looked to the lawyers who had offered their time to me. Perhaps they would see my perspective once I told them the truth about everything. I was no weak young girl who was looking for justice that she couldn't deal herself, but I knew that I needed their help as my skill set only extended so far.

It surprised me when a young man exited the room alongside the receptionist. His whole look screamed thug all over, informing me that the youth's case was far from innocent. He rudely scowled at me before loudly slamming the door to the building shut behind him. I guess he didn't get what he wanted from them then.

"Scarlett, is it? Nelson and Murdock would like to see you now."

I keenly rose from my seat and sauntered over to the office door she had located herself aside. My hand grabbed the cold surface of the metal door knob and turned it, allowing me to view the room fully. Two figures sat behind a large desk. Immediately I noticed the cool stare of Matt Murdock, his eyes hidden behind the glasses that revealed his blindness. I had already been aware of it from the masses of news reports on the lawyer, but seeing him in person let the fact sink in.

I was completely unaware of which one of the duo had addressed me on the phone, until I heard Matt's polite welcome. "Thank you for contacting us earlier on today, Miss Scarlett. Please take a seat and explain your case to us. We are both very interested to hear what you have to offer." It was definitely his voice which I had spoken to during the call.

I did as he asked and took a seat before grabbing the masses of folders from my satchel. I proudly pushed the files forward onto their desk. "This is my case. All these files, every single page, has information which can finally bring down Fisk's operation. We both know that cutting the head off the King only means that someone else will claim his position. But with this data, we can stop that from ever happening."

"All of that sounds amazing Scarlett. But what exactly is this information you want to give us?" Foggy chimed in, stating his opinion on the matter.

"I have every single name and address of anyone Fisk has been associated to. If he's made a deal with someone in the last year, then they are on this list. His whole operation is relying on the people I have found, and I intend to bring him down with them," I answered. My bold reply stunned the man into silence. Matt Murdock on the other hand looked a lot less phased by my words than his colleague.

"She's telling the truth," Murdock declared, "But what's in it for you, Scarlett? Do you want payment, because I'm afraid you've come to the wrong people if that's the case."

"I want to work with you and see justice served to those who have tortured the lives of myself and many others. Fisk's men know I'm in possession of this information, so I need to make sure that it gets into the right hands before they come for me. All I'm asking for is your help to get as many of these people locked up as I can until they find a way to stop me."

I could have sworn that I saw Matt's fist clench in response, but it happened so swiftly that there was no way to be sure if I had just imagined it. Foggy smiled sympathetically towards me before glancing over at his partner who now had an impassive expression on his face. "Is it ok if we take a look into the files ourselves? We just need to clarify that the information you are giving us is what you say it is," Foggy interrupted, filling the tense silence.

"Knock yourself out," I smirked, daring to take another look at the expression on Murdock's face. His eagerness from a few minutes ago had all but disappeared, making me wonder what I had said to anger him. I decided to ignore the lawyer and resume my concentration on the file which was now in Foggy's hands.

Every so often, Foggy would quietly murmur to Matt as he scanned through the many papers I had supplied him with. I presumed he was telling his partner what was written down, seeing as he would be unable to read it himself. Slowly, I grew impatient as the pair continued to read everything, forgetting I was there. After a long 20 minutes, Foggy glanced up with an excited look on his face.

"We'll take your case."

Author's note

After binge watching both seasons of Daredevil on Netflix, I just couldn't resist writing a fanfiction of my own. Starting next chapter there will be a lot more action within the story and also appearances from a certain vigilante ;)

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-Lauren