Okay so this chapter (and the next few) are a little different from the previous few! Things are about to get a lot more complicated.

Thanks to vxmpire, ninjaonfire, Vanessa, and Willow who reviewed last chapter! Special thanks to Willow who pointed something out to me abotu my writing (I'm trying to be more aware of it now).


Chapter 4 - Everybody Talks

The days after Winnie's last meeting with Daredevil were tough.

She was irritable, more aggressive than normal, and found herself moping around the apartment more than once. It wasn't as if she hadn't tried to get the masked vigilante off her mind, especially while at work when she should have been focusing on her patients, but the red devil just wouldn't leave her thoughts.

Until Rebecca called, of course.

It had been in the middle of the night, prompting Winnie to answer with a rather grouchy snarl of, "What?!" Before the tearful voice of Rebecca Smith filled her ear.

"I-I'm so sorry, I know i-it's late but I just- I don't know what to do." The woman had sobbed into the phone, immediately waking up Winnie and causing her roll out of bed. She mentally swore out of frustration before quickly moving around her room to get dressed.

"Becca, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Winnie was familiar with the young woman's rather violent boyfriend and wondered if the asshole had hurt the crying woman. "Is it Tyler? Rebecca do I need to call the cops?" She continued to gently question the anguished woman, already slipping on a pair of tennis shoes and her familiar burgundy coat.

Finally, Winnie got her response. "No, d-don't call the cops. I finally kicked Tyler out, b-but he didn't want to go a-and now-" Rebecca was quickly growing more emotional, breaking off in gasps and sobs, so without a second thought, Winnie grabbed the keys from their glass bowl and headed out of her apartment.

"Rebecca, listen to me, I'm on my way over now. Once I get there we'll talk more about what needs to be done. Until then just stay calm, alright?" Winnie must have gotten through to the distressed woman since her breathing calmed and she gave a shaky affirmative. Still, Winnie decided to stay on the phone just in case as she speedily jogged through the dark streets of Hell's Kitchen to Rebecca's apartment.


Rebecca was an old friend of Winnie's from high school, back when she hadn't been in such a good place. The two women hadn't really stayed in touch since Winnie was busy going to college for psychology and Rebecca had stayed back to run her family's bakery. Regardless, though, she had insisted Rebecca keep her number just in case the brunette ever needed help, something she was very glad for now. Winnie remembered Rebecca being a very happy girl, which was why it made the blonde so upset when her first sight of Rebecca was with the young woman sporting a black eye and busted lip. Winnie swore she saw red; the apartment was an absolutely wreck and the tall brunette looked terrified when she answered the door. It just made Winnie so angry to see what had been done to her old friend. Rebecca had always been pretty, the soft girl-next-door kind of pretty that made her look approachable and, sadly, easy to manipulate.

It was no shock that Tyler, Rebecca's on and off boyfriend of several years, had turned out to be the asshole they all expected. Winnie had never liked him, not in high school when the two began dating and certainly not now. In fact, had Rebecca not needed her, Winnie would have undoubtedly gone and tracked the dirtbag down so she could break his nose.

Instead, Winnie spent her whole night with Rebecca on the couch, letting the girl sob into her arms and retell exactly what had happened. Apparently after their normal evening fight the brunette had tried to kick her boyfriend out of the apartment, only to be roughly manhandled for the demand. Had a neighbor not come knocking at the door it was likely that Tyler would still be trying to 'slap some sense into her', as Rebecca quoted him saying. Winnie also noticed the bruising around her friend's throat but chose not to bring it up unless the other woman was ready to talk about it.

More than anything she wanted to heal her friend, the need was almost overpowering, but she couldn't. The police needed to see exactly what Tyler had done. There was also another selfish part of Winnie that simply didn't want her friend to know. She hadn't let anyone from her past know about her abilities, even her best friend Miranda wasn't aware. If they knew, they might start asking questions, making connections, and the young healer never handled rejection all that well. The risk was too much, so she left her friend looking battered for her own selfish reasons and so the police had evidence. Eventually, after lots of sobbing, Winnie managed to gently convince her friend to call the authorities so they could file a report.

Only, they never got the chance, because soon the police came knocking at the door.

Winnie answered it, surprised to see the two cops standing outside with grim faces. She assumed that the neighbor from earlier had called them, but that theory went out the window when they said Rebecca would be needed down at the station to answer some questions. Apparently Tyler had already gone to his cop friends at the station and told his own twisted rendition of the events.

"What?! Look at her!" The blonde's angry demands went unheard as Rebecca cowered behind her, a surprising feat since the brunette was nearly 6 foot while Winnie barely reached 5'6. "She's obviously the one that's been attacked! Not that asshole!"

The police proved no help, though, and regretfully informed her that Tyler had gone straight to the police after the altercation, so the police had to give him the benefit of the doubt until other evidence proved otherwise. After seeing the state Rebecca was in, the officers seemed less than enthused about bringing the young woman in, but they had to follow procedure even if it all pointed as Tyler being the main instigator of the fight. Had Rebecca called first things may have been different, but now it would be up to the investigators at the station, or potentially a jury, to decide who was really at fault in this fight.

Winnie nearly screamed in frustration when she was told this, standing in the middle of the hallway as her friend was taken away by the officers. She angrily kicked a random door, then yelped at the pain it caused her. Stupid, she knew she should have called the police immediately since Tyler had friends on the force, but Rebecca didn't have an antagonistic bone in her body. The brunette just hadn't been able to bring herself to call the police on her now ex, probably on some level hoping that she and Tyler would still be able to work out their issues.

Winnie was just about to march down to the police station when the door she had just kicked opened to reveal an older gentleman, wrinkled face showing many years of wear as he eyed her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to… I'm just… frustrated." She sighed and hung her head in shame, agitatedly running a hand through her loose blonde curls.

The old man huffed and returned to his apartment, only to come back a few moments later with a business card in hand. "Here. Sounds like Mrs. Smith will be needing a lawyer, and these two are good people." He held out the small card with a scowl, which Winnie warily accepted after a few moments. Her eyes read the name Nelson and Murdock without recognizing it, meaning it was more than likely a smaller firm. "Cheap too. If the little lady needs a witness or anything, I was here the whole night. Heard it all through the walls." The older gentleman spoke gruffly, but there was a softness to his eyes as he nodded towards Rebecca's apartment. "She's a sweet girl. Deserves better than that douchebag."

Winnie wasn't sure what was more surprising, Rebecca being arrested or this little old man saying 'douchebag'. Quickly she stuttered out her thanks, receiving a 'humph' from the old man who turned around to go back inside.

"I'd get changed before you set off." He called back over his shoulder, reminding Winnie that she was wearing a pair of pajama pants with little yellow ducks, a ratty old band shirt, and no bra.

What a lovely start to her morning.

It was a good thing her apartment was on the way to Nelson and Murdock's office, allowing Winnie to hurry inside and change into new clothes like a tornado. She brushed her teeth and pulled on a knee length white circle skirt at the same time, hastily tucking in her navy button up blouse before spitting into the sink. Just before leaving the apartment she slipped on her most comfortable flats, grabbed her satchel and keys, then set back off. She'd have rather gone straight to the attorney's office, but knew showing up half-dressed and without any money may not look too good.

Winnie practically jogged her way to their office, pausing outside the door to read the glass plate with the names of the two lawyers while quickly fixing her hair. She took a few calming breaths before finally opening up the door, her anxiety only climbing the longer Rebecca was being held up at the station. A strawberry blonde stood behind a small desk, busily organizing papers when Winnie entered. The woman, a secretary perhaps, glanced up in surprise. She almost looked shocked to have clients coming in, which didn't do much to reassure Winnie that this small law office was right for her friend.

"Oh, hello! I'm Karen Page, how can I help you?" She asked politely, coming around the desk to stand in front of Winnie with a friendly smile. She had pretty blue eyes and wore a professional yet fun green dress with small white polka dots. All in all, she was very gentle in appearance, doing well to soothe Winnie's frazzled nerves.

"I need some assistance. My friend was just taken in for questioning by the police." Winnie wasted no time, jumping right into her explanation with vigor. "Her boyfriend beat her pretty badly, but he went to the police before she did and claimed that he was attacked. I'll pay whatever is necessary, just please get someone down there to defend her." Some of the desperation crept into her voice, causing the other woman's blue eyes to grow soft in understanding.

Karen opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the door opening behind Winnie to reveal a man with shaggy blonde hair and a large smile followed by a much taller man carrying a cane. The second man, who was considerably handsome, wore round red tinted glasses to hide his eyes and used the cane in his hand to find his way around, letting Winnie know he was blind. He had a slight smile on his face, but something about it seemed forced to her, the way his jaw remained clenched shut as he stepped into the room.

"Ooooh, who's this? A client?" The first man spoke, forcing Winnie to drag her eyes away from the attractive brunette and focus on the man addressing her.

"Yes, she is! Her friend is currently being accused of domestic violence. This is... I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." The blue eyed blonde quickly filled in the two men, who Winnie assumed were the lawyers, before turning her attention back to the other woman.

Winnie nodded her head and quickly stepped forward, holding her hand out to the first man. "Winnie Adalbern. I'm here for my friend, as Ms. Page said. She's down at the police station right now and I would appreciate your assistance as soon as possible." She wasted no time explaining the situation, wanting to get back to Rebecca as quickly as possible.

The blond man grasped her hand in his own, giving it a quick shake as a large smile enveloped his face. "Franklin Nelson, but please, call me Foggy." He introduced himself before gesturing to his dark haired friend. "This is my associate, Matt Murdock." Without much thought, Winnie held out her hand for the other man to shake as well. There was an awkward pause as she soon remembered the man was blind for God's sake, but was thankfully saved by Foggy mumbling "Hand." and nudging his partner.

"It's a pleasure, Ms. Adalbern." Matt's voice was pleasantly rough and he instantly held out his hand, allowing Winnie to firmly grasp it in her own for a quick shake. She was surprised by how rough they were, calloused like a working man's hands and not that of a lawyer. Still, it was rather irrelevant, and after the handshake was through she jumped right back to business.

"It's Dr. Adalbern, actually, but Winnie will be fine. So will you take the case?" The blind man showed no signs that her jumps in the conversation were abnormal, though his partner did raise his brows in surprise. "Rebecca is a sweet girl, she doesn't deserve this. I know she's innocent, so please, I'll pay whatever you want as long as you get down there to defend her as soon as possible." The two lawyers still looked unconvinced, (though the blond did perk up when she mentioned money), so Winnie carried on passionately. "Look her boyfriend, Tyler, is a complete tool. He's violent, egotistical, and has a warped sense of entitlement. That's my professional opinion on him; my personal views involve far more… colorful adjectives."

The handsome blind lawyer raised both eyebrows, looking in her general direction with curiosity. "Your 'professional opinion'?"

Winnie nodded her head, then realizing once again he could not see, she spoke aloud to clarify. "I'm a psychologist. I'd be willing to give a statement, if it comes to that, as well as a neighbor of Rebecca's." Foggy seemed excited, but reserved, like he was trying to hold back for the moment. Meanwhile, his partner seemed a bit… distracted, like there was something more important on his mind than the potential case.

"Technically we can't accept the case till we actually speak to your friend." Foggy began slowly, thinking over something as Matt quickly continued for him.

"But we would be happy to meet her at the station and discuss the possibility of representing her." He gave a kind smile, which Winnie instantly returned full force. Relief flooded through her, even though the two men could still potentially turn down the case after speaking to Rebecca.

Then again, a quick look around the office told Winnie how very new their establishment was. There were boxes still packed up and papers spread out across Ms. Page's desk, as the trio were still settling in it seemed. They probably needed all the cases they could get. "Thank you, I really appreciate this. If you don't mind, I would like to tag along. I want to be there just in case Rebecca needs me." Her tone, though polite, left no room for argument as she passed between the two male lawyers on her way out the door. "I'll go hail a cab while you two gentlemen get whatever you'll need for the trip." Foggy seemed surprised by how she took charge, but Matt simply seemed a bit amused, as if he had expected it.

"Right, sounds good. We'll be right down." The blond man replied after recovering from his momentary surprise. Winnie sent him one last smile before hurrying out of the office to go find them a ride.


"She seemed nice." Foggy commented cheerfully as he and Matt left the office, leaving Karen behind to finish tidying up the paperwork some. The brunette had been oddly quiet ever since they had found the pretty blonde in their office, something that befuddled Foggy. Usually Matt was his normal charming self with a female client, getting them to open up about the case, but this time he had been surprisingly subdued.

Well, besides doing the hand thing. Cheeky bastard knew that girl had her hand out, just wanted to make her squirm, undoubtedly.

While Foggy mulled over what was wrong with his best friend. Matt was barely containing his panic. He hadn't been paying close enough attention, he should have been more aware of who was waiting in their office and not on what was happening in the city around him. On their way up to the office, he had heard her but hadn't quite been able to place her voice while Foggy spoke about Josie's. His best friend had been trying to convince Matt to take a night off and go with him and Karen to the bar for some drinks, but part-time vigilante wasn't willing to give up his night time activities.

It wasn't till Foggy opened the door and Matt finally took note of the sweet smell of honeysuckle and peppermint tea that he realized his mistake. He had almost frozen in place, so shocked to find the one woman plaguing his thoughts in his office, talking to Karen of course. For a terrifying moment, he suspected she was here to expose his secret, to tell Karen and everybody else that he was the masked vigilante. He quickly waived this idea - there was no way she could know he was Daredevil - but the fear had temporarily shaken him and made it hard to speak to her, let alone dazzle her with his usual charm. Instead, he had been stiff, a bit too robotic, though he did remember not to immediately reach out to shake her hand when she offered it. Not only would it have looked suspicious, but it always proved to embarrass the person offering their hand, something Matt would usually take slight amusement in.

Just before they would have left the building, Matt stopped his friend with a hand on his shoulder. They were alone in the lobby of their building and Matt could tell no one would be coming by for a while. "It's her." He stated bluntly, needing Foggy to know exactly what was up in case things took a turn for the worse. It was possible this was all some complicated ruse to get Matt and Foggy to the police station and be turned in, although he hadn't heard any lie from her heartbeat. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but the blind man had no plans of putting his best friend at risk.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Foggy replied in a slightly confused tone, turning to face his long time friend after a moment. "Are you having some sort of epiphany? Love at first handshake?" He could hear the teasing quality of Foggy's voice, almost making Matt sigh. Of course, Foggy would mistake his sudden change in demeanor to be an attraction for the woman and not anxiety. Then again, the two emotions went almost hand in hand at times. "You've barely said ten words to the girl, Matt. I think it might be too early to admit your undying love for her."

"Foggy, it's Angel." He cut his friend off with a sigh, instantly feeling the shift in his friend as the other man became much more serious. His shoulders tensed and the slight quickening of his heart rate spoke it all. "That's her, I'm certain."

There was a lengthy pause as his friend digested this news, one hand raised to nervously drag through his hair. Finally, his response came, though it did nothing to calm Matt's agitated nerves. "I knew it." Foggy shook his head and gave a loud scoff, as if he had guessed something correctly but had hoped to be wrong.

"What?" Matt grounded out in surprise, wondering what the hell his friend was speaking about.

"She's beautiful! Just like I predicted! Seriously, Matt, she's all blonde curls and green eyes. She's short too; you could just scoop her up and run off! And don't even get me started on her legs-"

Matt nearly groaned, having to bite his cheek to avoid doing so as he wondered how his friend could be thinking about that at a time like this. "Foggy," He cut him off quickly, not wanting to waste any more time. Angel - Winnie - was more than likely waiting for them to get out there, in fact, Matt could hear the impatient tapping of her foot on the sidewalk outside. "Not the time. She can't find out my secret, not after how I left things." Though Matt didn't see her as the vengeful type, he couldn't take any chances. Who knew what she would do if she happened to accidentally discovered his secret now.

"Alright, alright, but I think you're missing out on a golden opportunity here," Foggy replied quickly, his hands raised in mock surrender as he continued in an innocent tone. "If you're having trouble getting to know Angel… maybe you should focus on getting to know Winnie instead." His enthusiastic best friend wrapped an arm around his shoulders, stretching up due to Matt's considerable height. "Just think about it! The other guy might be great at intimidating information out of bad guys, but Matthew Murdock is an expert when it comes to cross-examining beautiful women with-"

"With questionable character, I know." Matt finished for Foggy, sighing in resignation. Maybe his friend had a point. Daredevil wasn't having much luck figuring Angel out, but maybe Matt could get to know Winnie. It would be a risk since the young woman seemed rather sharp, but it might be the only way Matt got her off his mind.

Foggy seemed to realize he had Matt thinking about the idea because he continued on. "This could be your chance to have a completely honest relationship. She might be exactly what you're looking for, or maybe not, but you'll only get so far lying to her." His tone took on an edge, reminding Matt once again how their friendship had almost been ruined by lies and secrets. But his situation with Angel was different. There was no way Matt could just trust her with his secret, no matter how Foggy twisted the situation. He didn't know her, not really.

But part of him wanted to.

"I'll think about it." He finally agreed. The blind man could practically feel the knowing smirk Foggy now wore as they parted and headed for the door.

"Uh huh, I'm sure you will."


Winnie had hailed a cab (after many failed attempts and lots of swearing) and now waited restlessly outside of said cab, foot tapping as she glanced once again at her watch. They were certainly taking their time and she wondered how much longer she could keep the grouchy cab driver here as they seemed to take the longest route out of the building.

"Look, lady, if your friends aren't comi-"

"They'll be here." She snapped in return, turning her green-eyed glare upon the irritated cab driver, who had rolled down the passenger window and was leaning across the seat to speak with her. Winnie was considering letting him go and finding a more pleasant driver when the door finally opened up, making her whirl back around to face the two lawyers. "Oh good, I was wondering if perhaps you'd gotten lost in your own building." Maybe she was being a bit too harsh, but Rebecca had been at the station for nearly an hour and a half by this point, making her quite quick to anger. Despite that, her voice remained polite, if not a bit strained.

"Sorry, blind guy." Foggy quickly excused them, his partner's head cocking to the side in a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

Winnie narrowed her eyes at the blond man, hands shifting to her hips. "Really? Sounds like a cheap excuse to me." She challenged him without fear since they both were radiating a mixture of guilt and worry that Winnie felt upon reaching out her senses. It was odd that she felt their emotions so easily. Every day she dealt with blocking out the emotions of people in the city, leaving the world slightly muted in an attempt to act as a normal person, but some people had emotions so strong she just couldn't help but feel them. Foggy seemed like a fairly open guy, which would explain why his emotions weren't all that hard to pick up on, but his friend seemed far more reserved. Usually, a case like his would take her time to read, needing them to open up slightly before she started picking up on their feelings.

Foggy laughed loudly, apparently amused and a bit nervous by her claim. "Alright, you got us. We were talking about you!" Matt's head snapped around in his friend's direction and Winnie noted how a muscle in his jaw seemed to jump. She didn't need to reach out to feel the irritation clearly pouring off the dark haired male, along with worry and a typhoon of other rather negative emotions. Jeez, this guy was a blender of unhappy feelings, kind of like someone else she knew… "Matt was pretty interested in hearing what you looked like. Not every day a beautiful woman comes to our office, besides Karen of course."

Winnie was taken back by the statement, losing her previous train of thought as she focused her attention back on the shorter man. That would certainly explain their guilty emotions and the blind lawyers obvious discomfort. "What? Oh, I…" She had been thrown off and as such, couldn't come up with any kind of quick witted response. A blush spread across her face and she couldn't stop from letting out a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Uh, we should get going. Rebecca is waiting." Winnie wanted to smack herself for the awkward change in topic. The cab driver mumbling "about damn time" under his breath did nothing to settle her nerves, so he received another icy glare from her.

The blond lawyer gave a good-natured chuckle before climbing into the open cab, Winnie followed being the smallest of the trio and knowing she'd have to sit in the middle, her satchel resting upon her lap so there was enough room. A moment later Matt's head popped into view, but his hand reached out blindly for the car seat while the other held onto the roof of the cab. Without a pause, Winnie reached out and gently grasped his hand in her own before leading it to the car seat. In the brief moments their skin touched, Winnie was able to clearly feel his surprise and wariness, almost as if he thought her kindness was just a cover for something else. "I'd duck a tad more unless you'd like a headache." She instructed in a slightly playful tone, not wanting the man to feel like she was babying him due to his blindness. Pity had never sat well with Winnie, so she didn't use it with others.

He sent her a gracious smile before maneuvering into the cab, the walking cane positioned between his legs as he grabbed onto the seat belt. Winnie, being squished between both men in the tiny cab, accepted the seatbelt from him so that she could buckle it. This way there wasn't a chance of Matt accidentally copping a feel from her in the process.

Not that she would have really minded.

She buckled in herself, Foggy doing the same, before the cab pulled away from the sidewalk and started on its way, Winnie having already told him where to go. It was quiet at first, uncomfortably so, as the two lawyers and the young woman looked anywhere but each other. "So Winnie, that's kind of an odd name." Foggy began conversationally, obviously trying to dispel some of the awkward tension between the three. Winnie only wished he had started with something less embarrassing - like her disastrous Junior Prom or one of her awful blind dates.

"Yeah. It's a nickname. " She hoped to leave it at that, but Foggy was looking at her all hopefully and Matt proved to be no help whatsoever, simply gazing blankly ahead as his round red glasses hid his eyes. "For Winifred. It's Welsh." She sighed softly and made sure to mumble her actual name, hoping the lawyer would simply drop it. But of course, he didn't.

Foggy gave a cheerful smile, though his eyes were alight with devilish mirth. "Winifred? Why not go by Fred? Or Freddie?" She cringed at the awful nickname, shaking her head fervently.

"Oh no, no, no. I made sure to kill that nickname when I got out of high school and finished my tomboy phase." The boisterous lawyer let out another laugh at her expense, though Winnie didn't really mind. Foggy was very obviously a people person, his mixture of blunt humor and dry sarcasm something she could certainly appreciate. Plus, he was cute as a button with a round face and shaggy blond hair. Quite the opposite of his partner, who was all sharp edges and dark mystery.

"You had a tomboy phase?" Matt finally spoke up, his voice quietly curious as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Something about the way he fought off the smile filled Winnie with determination, wanting nothing more than to get the more reserved lawyer to really smile and laugh.

"Yeah, my mum hated it of course. She used to dress me up in these white dresses for church on Sunday, pretty things with flowers, made from some fancy fabric. Anyways, she swore that she'd look away for five minutes, and next thing she knew I was in the backyard covered in mud with only twenty minutes till mass started." Winnie spoke fondly of her mother and the early mornings when the family would get ready for church. It was always a whirlwind of activity and Winnie, as a child, complained endlessly at having to wake up so early, but they were now some of her best memories.

Matt nodded thoughtfully, a small smile finally appearing on his face. Winnie took as a victory, even if a tiny one at that. "Oh, are you Catholic?" Foggy asked with playful curiosity, his eyes darting to Matt as he spoke. Winnie cocked her head to the side, looking curiously between the two. "Matt here is a good ol' Catholic boy. He's practically an expert at the whole 'broody catholic guilt' thing." Winnie gave a small giggle at Foggy's teasing, watching as Matt's happy smile was replaced with a more sarcastic one.

She could tell they were very good friends, and not just because their emotions told her so. The way they interacted was so very similar to how she and Miranda acted around each other, always calling each other out and playfully teasing. Winnie's amusement was short-lived, however, because Foggy was still waiting for an answer, making Winnie quickly sober up.

"I'm not such a devoted Catholic; I was never confirmed or anything. My mother was the only reason we even went to church, but after she passed away…" Winnie shifted slightly in her seat, a deep sadness filling her at the thought of her mother. She tried not to think about it very often, but it was hard to avoid when discussing her childhood. "She was from Wales, immigrated as a teenager without any of her family. Used to say the only familiar thing she could find in America was her religion, so she stayed rather devoted to the church." It was easier to talk about her mother when it didn't involve her death, so Winnie casually changed the direction of the topic.

The two had quieted when she spoke, listening quietly to the description of her mother. Finally, Matt broke the silence that had fallen between them. "She sounds lovely," Winnie smiled softly and nodded her head in response, even though he couldn't see. Suddenly another smile curled at his lips, though he continued to face forwards as he added rather charmingly. "You must take after her a great deal."

A small laugh bubbled out of Winnie, cheeks once again flushed. "Are you always this charming with your clients?" She replied equally flirty, glad Matt had redirected the conversation.

"You're the friend of a client." He corrected glibly, his smile twisting into a playful smirk. It caused Winnie to laugh again, the tightness in her chest loosening slightly at the man's flirtatious remarks.

"Alright you two, keep it in your pants. We're almost there." Foggy interjected in a slightly sarcastic tone, amusement lacing his voice. The woman sitting between the two lawyers only blushed further at his words while Matt gave a small scowl of annoyance. True to his word, the cab stopped right outside of the police department and the trio began to exit the vehicle. After Matt stepped out onto the sidewalk, he turned around and held out his hand for Winnie, who gladly accepted it. It wasn't till they entered the police department that the two lawyers broke away from the blonde woman to go find her friend. She bid them good luck before sitting down in the waiting area. They told her it might take some time, so Winnie sat back and did her best to relax.


So how does everyone feel about this change? Matt will now be in the next few chapters instead of Daredevil, but don't worry, our masked vigilante will see Angel again! I'd love to hear back from everybody about this turn of events and also be mindful that I am not a law student. These next few chapters involve some law stuff I don't really know about, but I am running most things past my Government teacher. If any of you are law students or lawyers I'd love some feedback and help. I'm also not a pschologist, so feel free to correct me on anything like that as well.

Thanks for reading!