Hey, this is my first shot at a Superhero crossover, I'm not gonna involve very many characters from their direct shows, to avoid as many spoilers as possible. Murdock will have gotten his suit, and Arrow will have decided to no longer kill his enemies. That's all that will really matter in terms of time lines. (For all of those who are waiting for me to finish my other story…I'm really sorry! It may be a while).

It was a dark night, a thick layer of clouds covering the night sky, followed by a mist that dimmed the city lights. Oliver Queen, Vigilante of Starling city, crouched upon a steel beam inside a warehouse. He was currently watching the Triads recruiting new members. It was a simple process, if you could follow orders and shoot properly, they'd accept you for training. Training was a much harder obstacle for the recruits however, and not many made it past the first few weeks. A new recruit stepped forward, was given a pistol, and told to shoot the target. A round metal plate popped up with a spray-painted bulls-eye. The recruit quickly fired three rounds, all hitting dead center.

"Very good. Name?"

"John Diggles, sir."

And with that, Oliver smiled, they were going to take Dig straight to the training grounds, which was where their current target was. The night was a success.

*Hell's kitchen, NY*

"Listen Foggy", Matt Murdock said, leaning close to his friend and Co-worker, Foggy. "I know I don't live there, and it doesn't have anything to do with me, but hundreds of people died from that artificial earthquake. Hundreds."

Foggy backed away, anger shooting through him. "Yeah, I know, you keep bringing that up. What are you gonna do, Matt? Beat up some gangbangers, and suddenly all those lives lost are better? You don't even know what you're going to do when you get there!"

"I can't stop what's happened, but maybe I can stop the people who did it!" Matt retorted.

"They've already got their own vigilante!" Foggy insisted, "Just like you!"

"He KILLS people! Haven't you read anything in the past year? This Hood guy has been killing the rich everywhere he goes! And now hes back. I can at least go and stop him from murdering more people."

Foggy stared at his friend silently, before slamming his fist on the table, knowing he couldn't change Matt's mind. "And you don't think people will question the Devil of hell's kitchen just appearing in the same town you went to, on vacation?"

"They wont know I'm gone, and the people of Starling city wont know that Daredevil is there. They wont see him." Matt responded, his calm-because-I'm-a-lawyer voice coming through.

"And what about Karen?"

"Just tell her I'm with a friend or something."

Foggy gave him a bone chilling glare. "It's bad enough you lie to her about everything as it is, now you want ME to lie to her? No. I'm not doing it." He then turned and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Matt sighed and reached for his phone, dialing the number of one of his clients.

"Hey Alex, it's Murdock. Are you still flying that cargo plane to Star city? Have room for one more?"

**Starling city**

"That's another training facility down" Felicity commented, as Dig stitched up a wound on Oliver's arm.

"Yeah, lets hope the number of trained thugs goes down with it." Oliver replied.

"Is it just me, or are more and more popping up?" Dig asked.

"And the police force have nothing to throw at them, so it's up to you to bring them down." Felicity added.

"Us." Oliver corrected. "We work as a team, I couldn't do this if it weren't for you guys."

The room seemed to light up a bit, those words raising the mood, but naturally, something had to ruin it.

"Uh Oliver…I know you just got back, but there's a cargo plane incoming with med supplies from New York….expensive kind. I don't know if it's worth watching over, but-" Felicity was cut off by Oliver hopping up and putting his suit on.

"Yeah, I'll go check it out. It's getting late though, you guys can call it a day."

His suggestion was met with a "Yeah right" look from the both of them.

"Or…not I guess." He mumbled and grabbed his bow.

**At the Starling city airstrip, Oliver's POV**
I arrived at the airstrip just as the plane had touched down. It was an older looking model, from the late 80s or early 90s. It had a basic paint with no emblems, meaning the pilot wasn't working for a company, but a freelance flier. Which was good, and bad. The good side was that there wouldn't be armed security to shoot him from inside the plane. The bad side was that there wouldn't be armed security to help him defend the plane.
The plane taxied over to the warehouse, there was a few workers there to help unload the supplies. He squinted and after closer inspection, the workers didn't look right, something just seemed….off.

"Felicity, can you access the warehouse cameras?" I asked as I crept closer, about 500 yards away.

"Yeah, looking now…Ah, got it. All of them are wearing masks….that's not normal, is it?" Felicity replied. Dammit, I began to sprint towards the warehouse, regretting my decision to not park my bike closer.

"Oh, two people just walked out of the plane…I think it's a pilot and….a blind guy?" Felicity said.
Oh that's just great. What could be better than a handicapped man in a dangerous robbery? I ran even faster, 300 yards…200 yards… One of the 'workers' pulled out a gun on the pilot. The pilot, from what I could tell, had to be in his late forties or so, but was in pretty good shape, and thus didn't want to go down without a fight. He smacked the gun to the side, and went in for a hook to the man's jaw, but the 'worker' saw it coming, and ducked underneath, retaliating with a solid strike to the gut. One of the other workers pulled a pistol out. I stopped, about a football field length away, and notched an arrow, without a moment's hesitation, released. The arrow flew perfectly, right as the worker was about to pull the trigger, the arrow hit his arm, severing his tendon and preventing him from being able to do…well, anything with his hand.
He let out a scream, and his crew went on high alert looking for their attacker. The pilot grabbed the blind man's arm and lead him around the plane, in an attempt to lead him to safety. The attackers noticed me and began firing, I ran towards the nearest cover; which happened to be a forklift outside the warehouse, while letting a few arrows out towards the gang. Only one of three hit, probably because they had so much time to see it coming. I made sure not to target any vitals or main arteries that would kill them though at this distance it was much more risky. The bullets being shot stopped, as the men had to change their clips and find cover. Using the moment, I ran towards them, as fast as I possibly could, and made it to the entrance of the warehouse. I fired two arrows, both of them neutralizing threats non-lethally.

"I count three left" I said into my mic quietly.

"Four, there's one you didn't see."

A flurry of bullets sprayed the wall I was using as cover, the metal making the worse sound you could imagine. I waited for it to stop, and quickly glanced and fired two more. Both hit.
"Alright, where are they hiding?" I asked. "Felicity?…..Hello?"

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and quickly fired. One more down.

"Felicity! Answer!" I demanded, still with no response. Alright, no problem, all me. I held my bow out around the corner for a second, expecting a trigger happy thug to think it was me and open fire, but nothing. I dived behind a create, scanning the area for any movement.

"Drop the bow!" A voice said from behind me, I turned slowly to see a man, strapped in a tactical vest, holding the pilot to gunpoint.
"I set up a jammer, all your communications are off. Drop the bow, or I swear to god I'll blow his brains all over the god damn plane!". I had no choice, I lowered the bow slowly to the ground, my hand slowly reaching for where I keep my darts.

"Take it easy, he doesn't have to die" I said to the 'worker', just waiting for my opportunity, all I needed was for that gun to be pointing ANYWHERE else besides at the man's head. The worker stared me down, not budging for a second.

"I'm going to back away, and get in a car. And if you try shooting me, he dies too!" He said, slowly edging backwards.
One of the wounded men inside the warehouse must have had his finger still on the trigger, because suddenly there was a gunshot, the worker immediately aimed his gun at me, as I threw the dart and rolled to the side.
To my surprise, the blind man had a brick in his hand, and smacked the back of the worker's head the same moment I threw the dart. He collapsed, and the dart somehow missed the blindman who was standing right behind him. The pilot jumped back immediately, and kicked the gun away from the unconscious man's hand.

"You saved me!" The Pilot said to the blind man, looking at him in shock.

"I just got lucky, I think we should call the police though, Alex." Was all he said with a half smile.

The pilot, Alex, then looked at me. "Thank you, you saved our lives."
Before I responded, I heard police sirens in the distance, and decided I should get going before they see me. I gave the two of them one last glance before leaving.

**Under the Queens club, Third Person POV**

Oliver entered the room and started putting his gear back where it belonged, not saying a word as he was deep in his thoughts.

"So….I lost signal, there must have been a jammer. What happened?" Felicity asked

"The blind guy knocked him out with a brick…" Oliver replied, furrowing his brow.

"I mean…that's unlikely, but not impossible if the guy was making a lot of noise…" Dig commented.

"Yeah it's plausible…." Oliver mumbled in return.

"But…? There's a but in there, isn't there?" Felicity said, giving him an odd look.

"Well….usually when in a tense situation, people are shaken, they're in shock….they sweat or they tremble…now maybe it's just because he couldn't see what was going on…but he was calm. Too calm. And his timing….he could have hit him any time with the brick, but he waited until the gun wasn't directly pointed at someone…almost like he knew."

"Are you saying the blind man isn't really blind?" Dig asked, lifting a brow.

"Maybe…I don't know…there's one more thing, he dodged my dart."

"You threw a dart at him?!"

"No, I threw a dart, and when the bad guy went down, he was directly in the way….and I didn't see it, I was rolling, but there's no reason that would have missed, unless he dodged it." Oliver finished.
His partners both gave him a questioning stare. He glanced back and fourth and let out a sigh.

"Look, I know you don't believe me…just…tomorrow, can you find out who he is and any back story on him, Felicity?" He asked.

"Sure, maybe he's in a blind fight club." She replied sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes and headed towards the door. It was a long night, they could all use some rest.

Please review and tell me what you think! (I searched it up because I was interested to see just how far an arrow could go...400+ yards...which is pretty badass. Also, makes his shot seem easy...ish!)