A/N: I only had a limited time to post this, so it hasn't been reviewed by girlwithoutfear. It's better to have something, right? Sorry for the delay, I haven't had a computer for a while (still don't, borrowing my sister's).

Chapter Four: Ally

He had already appeared in front of me before I realized he was even in my general area. He is quiet. It is as much as we have in common.

"Bullseye."

So he remembers my name. Or does he just know how to use his eyes? The bullseye branded on my head kind of gives it away.

"Daredevil." I hide my shock in his sudden appearance behind the smile I reserve for him and him alone. It is a very nice smile.

He starts to circle me slowly. It's like he's a vulture coming in to gnaw on my corpse.

"Doesn't it get old?" he asks.

I go for the clichéd calm and look at my fingernails. "You'll have to be more specific." My voice is surprisingly even considering my heart is still pumping a gallon a minute.

"Killing." The tight-loving hero stops between the wall and me ten feet away. It's a good tactical spot. Damn.

I shrug. "Does it?"

"I don't kill."

Wow. I knew the devil had balls, but who knew he could play pool?

"That's right, you save people. At least when I kill once, the job's done."

I feel the inside of my jacket and my fingers graze some old post-it. I have to think to remember where it came from; I don't. But I wonder if it's possible to kill a man with post-its. Probably, if I jam it far enough down a throat. Too much bother. Just then I realize I'm having an ADD moment and again I listen to the man in front of me.

"So?"

I can tell from his voice he's giving me the opportunity to explain. Good.

"Well, surely you get tired of saving people. You save the world and the next day you have to do it again."

Red is clearly out of a good response. He changes the subject. "Why Fisk?"

I blink. I know I shouldn't be surprised that he knows about the job, but I still am. Ah well, it doesn't make much difference now. "Why not? The money's good."

He sits down. Strange. Didn't see that coming. I contemplate doing the same but then my smarter half reminds me who he is. I remain standing. I'm not the weak one here.

"But you don't care about that."

"And what do I?" I hope my voice sounds as sure as it should be.

He stands up smoothly, seeing he's gotten my attention. "You crave the excitement."

What would my grandmother think if she knew this puny excuse for a man could read me like this? She'd probably whack me across the head before fainting dead away.

My fingers twitch against my paperclips. They seem to be asking me why I haven't killed the hero yet. I have no good response. I decide it's better to answer the real problem at hand.

"How would you know, Devil?" I pause for a moment of dramatic appeal. "Is it because it's the same for you? Does the savior of Hell's Kitchen really only care about the excitement and fame?"

Ah, I've cracked something. He doesn't say anything for a few moments. He is either dead or rattled. Hopefully it's the former, but who knows? My luck hasn't been too good this month. Probably shouldn't have killed the brunette with the mirror…

"I have my reasons."

Yeah, my luck sucks. Better stop while I'm ahead. But he's breaking the silence.

"Don't do it."

I think the air just blew out of my lungs. His voice is almost pleading. Who saw that coming?

"Do what?" I ask. But I know what he's talking about. He's practically begging me not to kill the Kingpin.

He doesn't look at me. "You know."

I notice my smile has slipped in my surprise. I redo it, adding a dash of condescension and just a hint of malicious. It's an old recipe for enemies my mother taught me. It works like voodoo.

Then I pause. I am dead serious when I ask, "Why?"

He doesn't respond.

I go in for the kill. "Do you really want to stop me?"

There is no response.

I drop the paperclip chain I didn't even know I was playing with as if to say "you're not worth it." Maybe it worked, maybe not. "Look, DD, nice to chat, but like you said, I've got a job."

Daredevil's head follows me as I turn to walk nonchalantly down the musty alley. He freaks me out, no sense deigning it. There's something wrong with him. I wish I knew what, but as it is, it's damn scary.

Maybe the fear is reciprocated? Like snakes? Yeah, he's more afraid of me than I am of him. Not hard to be.

My paperclips slap against my leg, punishing me for not killing him while I had the chance.

"Another day," I whisper in response. "He'll die another day."

A/N: There are two film references buried in this chapter, can you find them? And PikkiPiru? Does this clear the first chapter up a bit for you? Oh, and this the chapter that prompted my sister's one-shot, FEMME AND BUTCH.