About an hour after Foggy had left Matt went outside in his Daredevil suit and he walked down the streets of Hell's Kitchen in search of the man who had exposed him. In his current state of mind he was like a dangerous presence instead of the symbol of hope he used to be associated as by the residents. Even the most accepting and kindhearted people now reacted to him in fear instead of in admiration. Matt didn't pay attention to them. It was probably because they found out who he really was.

Time seemed to drag on for him as he continued to search for this man but he could not find him. He had googled his name up online and found out that he was rather famous for his convenience store business in New York. When Matt did some more digging he also found out that the owner had gained more money for his latest t-shirts much to Matt's disgust. Instead of spending a few weeks trying to follow him to get a sense of places he usually goes where he might hope to ambush him he decided he couldn't afford to wait that long and went onto his Facebook page via a link on his website. Harry's profile could be viewed by anyone and he sometimes posted a status saying places he might be going to that day. Not a good idea for safety but helpful for Matt. It was Matt's lucky day as he said that tonight he would be in Hell's Kitchen.

Matt felt himself growing more and more impatient and despite still feeling that rage inside him he began to feel he should give up. Maybe he would have to spend a few weeks looking for him after all.

All of a sudden his ears began to twitch as his super powered hearing began to pick up on a conversation which was happening a few streets away from where he was standing. He began to listen in.

"...shipping more of these here tomorrow." a voice said.

"Great. We will have those t-shirts put in containers and then we can began selling more of them. They are running out really quickly." Another voice said.

T-shirts? As soon as Matt heard that trigger word he clenched his fists.

"Well they are popular and no wonder." The first voice chuckled.

"You should be delighted Harry. These t-shirts were your greatest idea yet. I wonder if the man himself will appreciate them too." The second voice continued.

"Oh he would be glad of the attention i'm sure." The first voice who turned out to be Harry said. "I should start making some for the Avengers. I had to start with him though because he is my favourite."

"I understand." The second voice replied. "The name suits him don't you think? He really is a Daredevil."

Harry and the other guy both laughed and then the other guy's footsteps walking away signalled that he was leaving.

Matt felt his head pounding at an alarmingly fast rate. It was like there was a hammer banging on the inside of his skull.

Only about 10 seconds after the second man had left Matt felt his self control slipping away as he pounced on Harry.

"I'm your favourite am I?" Matt sneered at Harry as he grabbed both of the man's legs in a firm grip. "It's sad that you would expose someone you really admired just for a few dollars."

Harry was trying not to yell as Matt was inches away from breaking his legs. He seemed unable to answer either because of the pain or because he was so stunned to see him there.

"ANSWER ME!" Matt screeched at him. "ANSWER ME OR I SWEAR I WILL BREAK YOUR GOD DAMN LEGS!"

"I-I don't understand why you are so mad." Harry finally answered hesitantly. Matt could hear his heart pounding at the same speed as his head.

"Just stop selling the t-shirts." Matt pleaded. "Please stop selling them and I will let you go. You won't have to suffer my madness."

"I'm afraid I can't." Harry sighed. "It's bringing in a lot of money."

Sadly this statement only succeeded in unleashing Matt's anger to its fullest potential.

Matt could hear a combination of bones cracking and Harry's high pitched scream ringing in his ears as he broke both of his legs.

As he walked away from the scene he began to feel a bit dizzy.

"I should go home. I must go home." He kept thinking over and over again to give himself a task as the banging in his head continued. However as he was walking towards the destination of his apartment and was in public he began to sense something.

"No." Matt muttered. He shook his head as he began to turn another corner and he went down another street.

He sensed the same thing.

"No no." Matt muttered again. He turned another corner.

He sensed the same thing for a third time.

Matt could feel his life crumbling in front of him as he stood there.

Everyone in Hell's Kitchen was wearing the t-shirt.

Matt lost control and everything after that was a blur.

He had a vague memory of punching many people just before he lost consciousness as his body collapsed on the side of the street.