A/N: So yeah, this thing is... a thing. It got long lol. Hope you guys enjoy.

A week passes by as Jessica's indoctrination continues at an excellent pace. Of course, just going off of my power, she's completely mine, completely under my control. But I don't want to rely on my power for this, especially not in Jessica's case. I want her mentally and physically conditioned to love James Rottshaw with every fiber of her being even if the mind control wears off. If she ever becomes immune again, I want there to not even be a noticeable difference between her following my orders with or without my control backing them up.

I doubt we'll arrive at that point quickly, but I've certainly already made steps in that direction by 'fixing' her memories in my favor. Even if my control fell off of her at this point, she'd not remember anything but coming to me for help, though I wasn't entirely sure she'd follow all of my orders without question quite yet. We'd get there soon enough.

Now however, I was meeting with my scientists, who told me they had some very early theories regarding Jessica's immunity. Raising an eyebrow at the two of them, I gestured impatiently, "Well? What do you think you know?"

Albert clears his throat, taking control of the conversation, "Right, well as we've discovered and as you and Jessica have confirmed, we know that she heals much faster than baseline humans. Things that might take weeks of convalescence take a good night's rest, and injuries that would require months of rest take days."

He takes a moment to glance at Louise, supposedly for support before continuing, "So that said, combined with some of our findings regarding your new pigment, we've developed a working theory, but one that still requires quite a bit of testing."

I roll my eyes and roll my hand through the air as if to say 'Get on with it'. Albert gets the message and does so, "In essence, we believe Jessica's immune system is much stronger than a normal human's and because of this, constant exposure to you slowly conferred immunity to your virus and thus your control."

Blinking, I think that over. It sounds almost reasonable? I'm not much of a scientist though, so I wouldn't really know. Still, a question does come to mind, "Does that imply that spending enough time around normal humans will eventually lead to their immune systems fighting off my virus as well?"

Albert grimaces at that before nodding, "The short answer is that it's possible. In reality, we don't really know. Given the information we have on Jessica's healing ability, it might not ever be possible for normal immune systems to overcome you, or it might take as long as decades of constant exposure."

Pursing my lips together I slowly breathe out before nodding, "Alright, fine. You'll continue your research and we'll cross bridges as we come to them. Which brings us back to Jessica. You mentioned my new skin color is somehow connected? How?"

"Well that's where things get interesting. As far as we can tell, your pigment changed because the virus you produce has mutated due to the constant stream of injections. It would seem that that's also why Jessica is no longer immune. In layman's terms it's sort of like an arms race where your biology is currently ahead of hers and beyond her body's ability to combat for the time being."

That… also makes sense to my admittedly uneducated brain, "So I can expect her immune system to continue trying to fight off my control every few months or so? That's perfectly fine, I'm not relying on total control forever anyways. Instead, let's focus on the mutations you're talking about. Are they potentially harmful to me?"

"So far, they don't seem to be. The effects have been beneficial or cosmetic in nature, the increase in your powers and the change in your skin color is all you seem to have experienced so far. It's possible that could change down the line, but that is why you have us here. To monitor the situation and help you in any way we can."

I smile thinly, "Yes, I suppose it is isn't it? Very well, let's get the morning injection done with. Keep up the good work. I'm very happy with your progress, and you're very happy that you've made me happy."

I ignore the large smiles that spread across my scientists' faces, and get ready for the needle to slide into my neck, my mind already moving on to other things.

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"Hello Jessica. How are you doing today?"

I watch the raven haired woman immediately perk up as the sound of my voice fills her room. She looks to the camera and gives it and thus me a radiant smile, "Amazing sir. Our session last night led to the best night of sleep I've ever had. It's all thanks to you Master."

I chuckle good-naturedly. Of course it had, I made sure of it. Improving her sleep was part of the conditioning, forcing her to subconsciously connect a stress free and restful life with subservience to me. I hadn't even ordered her to call me Master at any point, though given the memories I'd given her and the things I'd been telling her about what she wanted, I was only slightly taken aback when she'd suddenly began using the identifier a couple days ago.

Smiling at thoughts of that particular session, I finally respond, "I'm glad to hear that love. Today we're going to take the next step in your road to recovery. Trish has been begging to see you for the whole week now you know."

Ah, there goes the smile as Jessica almost shuts down, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, "She… she must hate me now. I threatened to shoot her. I was going to do it before you got through to me sir."

"You were sick Jessica, and you still are, but you're making phenomenal progress. Trish is the one who's pushed hardest for me to help you. She doesn't hate you, far from it. She loves you as much as she always has. I really believe you need this. Trish needs her friend back."

Jessica eventually nods hesitation in every fiber of her being as she responds, "Y-yes sir."

Giving a signal, the door opens and Trish steps inside. Jessica stays where she is, but lets her legs slowly fall to the floor so she's just sitting on her bed instead of almost curled into the fetal position. She's slowly been earning clothing as the week's gone on, and right now she's wearing some loose sweat pants and a sports bra. Her eyes can't meet Trish's, sliding down and to the right.

Trish on the other hand wastes no time in moving across the room and grabbing Jessica in a full body hug, "Jess! It's so good to see you. I've heard you're making exceptional progress!"

Jessica doesn't seem to know what to do at first, but the memories and feelings I've implanted in her have done their work, and every night she's gone to bed after masturbating to thoughts of Trish and I for hours, so I'm not surprised when she only pauses for a second before returning the hug just as heartily as Trish is giving it.

I'm sure Jessica is a bit surprised though when Trish pulls back, cups Jessica's face in her hands, and proceeds to kiss the hell out of her. Still, Jessica returns this as well and I'm treated to the lovely sight of the girls making out quite heatedly on the screen. They do eventually need to breath though and when they finally do pull apart for a moment, their eyes finally lock and Trish rests her forehead against Jessica's.

"I'm not letting you go ever again Jess. We're not letting you go. You belong with us. Me, and our master."

Emotion chokes Jessica up as she swallows thickly and nods in respond, desiring the exact same thing wholeheartedly by this point. Then Trish gets an impish grin on her face and her hand slides down to cup Jessica's covered breast even as she murmured in a sultry tone, "He's probably watching right now. We could… give him a show."

Trish's eyes flicker to the camera transmitting to my screen even as I raise an eyebrow. This wasn't scripted at all, but then I'd not really written a script for this one, wanting to see how the two women reacted naturally after the changes I'd made to them. Jessica's eyes follow Trish's and she bites her lower lip, "Shouldn't we ask for permission?"

Trish just smirks as her hand slips even lower and then goes under the waistband of Jessica's sweat pants, causing the other woman to let out a gasp as her friend's finger tips are no doubt running along her already wet slit. Leaning in close as if giving away some big secret, Trish replies with, "Maybe. We might get disciplined… but something you should know about our Master Jessie… he loves it when we're naughty."

Jessica stares into Trish's eyes for a moment, clearly absorbing this before letting out another gasp as I imagine Trish pushes one of her fingers inside Jessica's cunt. Then, it's Jessica who makes the next move, this time initiating the kissing as she pushes Trish back onto the bed and begins aggressively molesting her.

I can only imagine how built up she had to be after the source of her fantasies over the last week is presented to her on a silver platter. It certainly didn't help that Trish literally asked for it. Settling back into my chair, I unzipped and fished my hard cock out of its confinement, watching the events taking place on the high definition screen closely.

As they began pulling clothes off one another, I considered the fact that I could easily join them at this juncture. They would both pay me very close attention, attending to all of my needs and making sure I was entirely satisfied without a care of their own pleasure, simply because their pleasure came from giving me pleasure. Instead, I stayed seated. There would be time for fun, more than enough given I intended to never let either woman leave.

So for now, I just watched, letting them explore one another for what I assumed was the first time in reality, but in their minds was just another in a long string of sexual experimentation. Both naked by this point, Jessica had Trish pinned to the bed and whimpering in a way I'd only ever heard her do for me as Jess' hands held Trish's over her head, and her mouth moved over Trish's smooth skin.

After taking her time to tease and suckle Trish's breasts until the flesh was red and the nipples were puffy and pronounced, she shifted her grip so that she held Trish's wrists down in one hand, the other sliding down Trish's front to come to a stop between her legs, fingers running over the clit and slit, immediately becoming slick in the already present juices leaking from an excited cunt, before plunging deep into that said cunt.

Trish let out a drawn out groan at the penetration and then began panting as Jessica sawed in and out of her needy sex with two fingers pistoning back and forth. Leaning down, Jessica kissed her best friend, her tongue exploring Trish's mouth as thoroughly as her fingers explore the cunt currently tightening around them. Jessica's thumb frigs roughly at Trish's clit, and a few minutes in, Trish is already crying out as her legs shake and she climaxes messily on the sheets under her.

Jessica seems quite pleased with herself as she moves off of Trish and lies on her side facing her, hand brushing through Trish's hair absently, seeming utterly delirious with happiness to have her best friend back in her arms. Trish is much the same way, shifting onto her side and pulling Jessica close, cuddling her for a moment as if afraid that she'd disappear.

Then, she's pushing Jessica onto her back and pressing a firm hand onto her chest to keep her there, regardless of just how pointless it is if Jessica truly wanted to fight back. But Jessica makes no attempt, watching instead with hooded eyes as Trish moves downward, until her mouth comes to a stop between Jessica's legs, and her tongue can slide out and touch Jessica's slit.

Diving in and beginning to eat her out causes Jessica to throw her head back and moan even as her hands come down to grip Trish's lush blonde mane tightly, pressing her friend's face deeper into the cunt Trish is enthusiastically licking and tonguing. Jessica's own orgasm comes as quickly as Trish's did, as both woman have become much more in tune with pleasure as a whole since falling under my control. Basically, they were both horny and ready to cum twenty four seven these days.

As they once again lay there, cuddling happily, I decided it was finally time to intercede. Keying the mike and speaking caused them both to jump a bit at the sudden voice, before giving me their full attention, "Well now, I'm gracious enough to give two friends some privacy to reconnect, and what do I find when I return? My pets getting up to quite naughty antics without my permission. Whatever am I going to do with you two?"

Jessica seems a little nervous at my tone, but Trish just smiles coyly, answering almost immediately, "Whatever you want Master."

I chuckle in response, causing Jessica to relax a bit better at my sudden change in attitude. Then, I speak in the authoritative tone I've trained both girls to respond to with arousal, "Trish, come here. Don't bother with your clothes."

She does so immediately, leaving Jessica's cell and walking down the hall past my security to enter the Observation Room and present herself to me. I smile and gesture with my hand to the floor at my feet. There's no hesitation as she kneels between my legs, knowing exactly what I want and obeying without even needing a verbal order. Her mouth slides over the head of my cock and then down my length as she takes me into her throat, her pesky gag reflex taken care of days ago.

Resting a hand on Trish's head as she fucks her own throat on my cock, humiliating and degrading herself for me, I look back to the screen to find Jessica still sitting, waiting for her own punishment. Smiling, I key the mike, "Trish is paying her penance Jessica, so now it's time to pay yours."

The press of a button has Luke Cage entering the room from his guard position outside. I speak to both of them even as Luke rakes his eyes over Jessica's naked form and Jessica does the same, flushing with arousal. She might love me with all her heart thanks to my reorganization of her personality, but that doesn't change the fact that she very much lusts for Luke Cage.

Still, I have no problem with that, I find there's no jealousy to be had in two of my playthings lusting after one another. So as Trish sucks me off, I have no issues with my next commands, "Luke is going to punish you now Jessica. You're going to love every minute of it. Luke, she's all yours for the next hour. Do whatever you like."

As he grins and begins to move forward towards Jessica, she shivers in what I can only imagine is anticipation. Meanwhile, Trish's enthusiasm finally gets the best of me, and I grunt as I cum down her throat. She swallows every last drop of my seed before looking up at me expectantly.

I just chuckle and gesture for her to rise. She does so, and I grab her waist, turning her to face the screen where her friend is currently getting a healthy dose of black cock, pulling her onto my lap and nuzzling her neck. She watches the screen enraptured as our hands work together on her body to get her off, biting her lower lip as Jessica lets out a particularly loud cry of pleasure mixed with just a hint of pain.

I can already feel my cock stirring again, and in a few minutes I imagine I'll impale Trish on my hard member, fucking her while she watches her friend getting the same.

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A few more weeks pass and I spend it in mostly blissful ignorance of the other super powered aspects of the world I'd found myself. Until unfortunately I found myself slapped in the face with something a bit closer to home than the Avengers and their world saving antics. Daredevil Season 2. It hadn't come out yet when this whole thing started and I was abruptly thrown from my world into Kilgrave's body.

But I'd seen the trailer for it, and I knew who they'd been pushing as the villains for the season. It was to be the Punisher and Elektra from what I recalled and as I watched the media report on a man they dubbed the Punisher, I had to admit that it was probably him despite the lack of information they had on him at this time. To be fair though, the knowledge that a lone man was slaughtering entire gangs of criminals was more than enough to assume that it was in fact the Punisher New York was now dealing with.

I highly doubted he was any more immune to my control than Wilson Fisk had proven to be, but that didn't stop me from being afraid of him. The man was a killer, the type of guy who shot first and asked questions later. He was also a crack sniper from what I knew. With all that in mind, I did not want to get on Frank Castle's radar in any sort of way.

Which meant… "Trish love, call Mr. Romano and tell him I'm moving our meeting later this afternoon to his mansion instead of the warehouse. It's not safe to be playing around in abandoned warehouses right now. Shady behavior is likely to get one full of holes."

As Trish sits up from where she'd been resting against my side and pulls her phone out, I reflect that she's done quite well in becoming my PA over the last couple of weeks. Not that that's her official position or anything. Trish Walker would most certainly be wasted in such a role, just like Pepper Potts was wasted as Tony's. But still, I have found it necessary for someone to help me manage my schedule. Despite Jessica being the last name I had to scratch off my list, it felt like things got even busier once I finally had her in my grasp.

Trish is talking to Mr. Romano now, and I reach over and casually stroke my hand through her hair as she explains the change in venue to him, smiling all the while. Mr. Romano won't complain. After all, he can't complain.

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I step out of the car to find Luke and Jessica waiting for me. Trish hasn't come along on this little excursion, as I've decided to keep things a bit more fire power oriented just in case. There shouldn't be problems considering I've had Alex Romano under my control for quite a while now, but it doesn't hurt to be careful. Jessica is dressed in her old ensemble, leather jacket and jeans with a black tank top underneath.

I actually shared Kilgrave's belief that she looked even better in dresses, but there was a certain rough and tumble sort of deliciousness inherent in this outfit as well. And besides, this was what she was most intimidating in. As I made my way to the large front doors of Mr. Romano's mansion with Luke and her flanking me on either side, I rather liked the image we presented.

Of course we're admitted immediately and brought to the owner of the place, a man completely under my thrall. Alex Romano is no one dangerous. An overpaid accountant, he was perfect for what I wanted. A large source of money and a patsy to take the fall for the illegal stolen good I'd had him buy. As we stepped into the sitting room, the man saw me and smiled broadly, overly excited to once again be in my presence.

Striding over, I stopped as he actually bowed respectfully before straightening up, "Sir! It's so good to see you again. I completely understand why you had to change our meeting place by the way. All those bullets flying around Hell's Kitchen aren't good for one's health!"

I smile thinly, "Quite. This, Punisher fellow is very dangerous. You would do well to stay out of the slums until he's been captured or killed by the police. But I'm not here for that. You said it arrived."

Alex begins nodding immediately, gesturing to two of his people. They leave the room and come back moments later with a large metal case. It looks heavy, but then that's what I have Jessica for. I gesture at it and smile at Romano, "Open it please."

Staying back a relatively safe distance, I watch as he unlocks the large clasps and opens up the case. Stepping forward, I find that everything is seemingly in order. The Photostatic Veil and the equipment necessary for its operation sit before me in all its glory.

Chuckling slightly, I run my hands over the material, marveling at its strange feel, "It is… quite odd to be touching this. To have it actually be real. I don't actually mind the purple too much you know. Else I'd find a way to fix my entire body instead of just replacing my face. But sometimes appearances are necessary. There are so many damn cameras in this day and age. I do my best, but I'm sure my purple skin is already on some government database somewhere. In this new world of ours, I'm not a normal human being with a skin condition, I'm immediately an alien, a threat. Can't have that now."

Taking a deep breath as I finish my monologue, I close up the case and direct Jessica over to it. She grabs it in her arms and lifts it up easily as I turn back to Romano, "Thank you Alex. From the bottom of my heart, you have my eternal gratitude."

He smiles in response just as I've programmed him to, "I've done well?"

Chuckling lightly, I deign to rest a hand on his shoulder and nod emphatically, "You've done so well."

He gushes at the praise, "O-oh, well thank you so much Sir, I'm just so glad I could be of assistance an-"

I cut him off before he can really get going, "Yes, yes. Now we need to tie up loose ends Alex. Call everyone on your staff and currently on residence here for me please."

He does so and about twenty minutes later I'm facing the entirety of Mr. Romano's confused staff. Smile still on my face, I speak easily, "When my associates and I leave, you all will forget us completely. It will be like we were never here, because quite frankly, we weren't. You will all even go out of your way to destroy any and all evidence of our presence that you can find."

As those general commands settle over the crowd, I turn to Alex to give him a more personal set, "You'll also be forgetting us Alex. If anyone comes looking for the Veil, you'll tell them nothing about us. All you'll know is that you purchased the Veil for fun, and then a week later it was stolen and you have no idea who did it. Alas, such is life."

Leaving the man to his order induced daze, I turn and begin walking out, Jessica and Luke close behind me as we vacate the mansion, load the Veil into the car, and leave. Luke is driving while I sit with Jessica in the back. I notice her glances and the way she bites her lower lip every time she looks at me. I look at her pointedly and raise an eyebrow. Caught out, she swallows and slides over to me, speaking in a seductive lilt I'd only ever heard the old Jessica use as trickery, "It's a long car ride home Master."

I smile and reach out to take firm hold of her black hair, pulling her head back a bit to look into her eyes. I find adoration, lust, and arousal in them as she meets my gaze, and after a moment I nod and release her hair, "I know what you want pet. You've developed quite the oral fixation you know."

As she leans over my crotch, her hands undoing my belt and unzipping my pants so that she can pull my cock out into open air, she runs her tongue over the tip and smiles at me impishly, "Only because Master's cum tastes so damn good."

Chuckling, I just lean back as she gets to work. Yeah, that was mostly my doing. I didn't regret it at all either. Telling a beautiful woman that she believes your cum tastes better than anything else in the world leads to enthusiastic blowjobs. I grunt as Jessica takes me particularly deep down her throat, my hand subconsciously moving to the back of her head as my cock jumps in her mouth.

Very enthusiastic blowjobs.

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When I stepped into the offices of Nelson and Murdock with Jessica and Luke at my heels and Karen Page looked up only to promptly freak out, I probably took a bit too much pleasure in the way she stood so fast that her chair fell over as she backed up, her eyes wide. Of course, I'd expected that sort of reaction from her, since I was currently using the Photostatic Veil to wear James Wesley's face. The only thing missing was the glasses, but I'd decided they weren't really necessary for this bit of drama.

I'd confirmed before coming that both Matt and Foggy were actually in for once, and so I wasn't surprised when both men came out of their offices, roused by their secretaries' reaction. Foggy's brow furrows in confusion, and Matt seemed a bit confused as well, specifically by what his senses were telling him about me. I wondered how the Photostatic Veil appeared to someone with his senses. Karen is the first one to speak, pointing at me and nearly having a break down as she says, "This isn't possible. You can't be here. You're dead."

Still smiling, I nod with mock understanding at the poor panicking woman, "Yes that does tend to happen when you shoot someone, doesn't it?"

That gets a whimper from Karen while Foggy just looks more confused, "Hang on, you're the guy from the Healy case right?.What's all this stuff about shooting someone dead? Karen isn't a killer."

"Tell them Karen. Tell them what happened between you and James Wesley. And you two, put your full attention on what she has to say."

It's the first test of my ability to control Matt Murdock. It seems to work as he and Foggy turn at the exact same time as Karen begins talking to give her their full attention. She explains everything that happened to her, how she and Urich got closer and closer until Wesley chloroformed her on behalf of Fisk and kidnapped her, dragging her to some abandoned warehouse to threaten and interrogate her. She tells them what he told her, about how he would kill everyone she knew and loved.

Then she explains how his phone went off and she used the distraction to grab the gun he'd carelessly put on the table before holding him at gunpoint, "He… he kept telling me that it wasn't loaded, he asked me how stupid I thought he was and then he began to get up out of his chair and I didn't think, I just shot him."

I chuckle darkly, "Yes, but you didn't just shoot him once, did you? You shot him again and again and again. You unloaded the clip into him."

I might be being just a little bit mean about this, but in my defense, I'd loved James Wesley as a character. Yeah, maybe that wasn't much of a defense. But damnit, the villains in Daredevil Season 1 had been phenomenal, and Wesley had been an amazing foil for Wilson Fisk in ways that Marlene hadn't been. Fisk had said it himself after finding his dead body. Wesley was his friend. That's why it had bothered me so much when Urich got a funeral scene but they didn't parallel a small funeral for Wesley at the same time. He'd deserved some form of a sendoff beyond dying alone from multiple bullet wounds.

Karen puts her hands over her mouth to stifle a sob from being reminded of the traumatic experience as Foggy and Matt gain a bit of control back, my order to give Karen their full attention ending now that she'd finished telling them what I ordered her to. Foggy is looking at Karen with concern and not a hint of judgment surprisingly, while Matt moves to stand between us and his people, "You need to leave now. Or we'll call the police."

I stare at Matthew Murdock for a long moment, almost able to feel the outright animosity radiating off of him. Holding up a hand, I shake my head, "Don't call anyone. In fact, none of you do anything, just stay still for me."

Then I turn to Luke with my brow furrowed, "Am I being a dick for no reason again?"

Luke Cage is pretty much my last moral compass at this point. I've modified Jessica and Trish so much at this point that they'd probably smile and nod if I told them to eat my shit. God, not that I would though. NOT my fetish. Luke on the other hand, I've gone a different route with. He's not my pet or my sub or my lover. I've made him my friend, my 'bro' so to speak and left it so that while he'll never judge me too harshly for my actions, he's perfectly willing to tell me when I'm being my ole morally bankrupt self in a gratuitous manner.

So when he nods and gives a simple solemn yes in response, I sigh and turn back to the enraptured three member law firm, "Right, ya know what I think we got off on the wrong foot, so I'm going to go out and we're going to start over! You lot go back to whatever you were doing before my friends and I showed up, and forget we were ever here!"

With that said, I exit the office with my compatriots in tow, move down the hallway a bit, and go about changing my face into someone I'm reasonably sure none of them have ever met. After making sure everything is perfect, I once more walk into the Law Offices of Nelson and Murdock, smile on my face.

Karen blinks as I step through the door, standing to greet me with a smile, "Hello there, are you the one who called on the phone about arranging a meeting with my bosses?"

Nodding, I glance to the offices where both men are reacting to our sudden appearance for the second time, though at a much more sedate pace this go through. Grinning toothily, I reach out to shake Karen's hand even as I say, "Indeed I am, though it was the Devil of Hell's Kitchen that I was specifically interested in."

Ah, now both Foggy and Matt react a bit more quickly to hearing those words, even as Karen's professional smile falters a bit and confusion enters her gaze, "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure how we can help you there. It's not like he pops around for drinks or anything."

I chuckle at her joke and cock my head to the side, "I would imagine you get drinks with him quite often actually. He is your boss after all."

The two lawyers are now standing in the doorways of their respective offices, bodies strung tight with tension, neither seeming to know exactly how to act in this situation. Karen on the other hand reacts by bursting out into laughter, "I'm sorry, are you saying Foggy is the Daredevil? That's… that's ridiculous! No offense Foggy, but you don't exactly have the figure for it."

She looks to Nelson on that last sentence to find him staring at us with strained seriousness, and the humor melts off her face, "… Foggy, don't you dare try to tell me you're the Devil of Hell's Kitchen."

I smile in a pitying way, "Ah, my apologies, it seems I've revealed a secret Ms. Page. As you say, Mr Nelson is not the Daredevil. Mr. Murdock on the other hand, is."

Karen looks absolutely incredulous at that, "Matt? He's blind. Sure he's got the body type, the height, the chiseled jaw and…"

She trails off and looks at her blind boss with a somewhat unreadable but definitely lost expression, "Matt?"

Rolling my eyes at the overdramatics, I flick a finger back towards Jessica. She reacts instantly to the signal, picking up a nearby paperweight and tossing it with violent force unerringly at Matt Murdock's head. He dodges out of the way easily and it embeds itself in his office wall.

I smile as all attention in the room is now back on me and mine, "I hope that was enough to convince you. If Jessica and Luke get into a fight with Mr. Murdock here, I fear that things will get quite messy."

Once again Matt Murdock takes center stage, putting himself between me and Karen, his hands tightened into fists, "What do you want?"

Hm, no threats about calling the police this time. I wonder why, but then perhaps I just haven't pushed him to that yet. Or he's decided that we're too dangerous for anyone to take care of but himself. Still smiling, I reach back and Luke hands me a spiral notebook, "I have a gift for you Mr. Murdock. As well as a question. Once you answer the question, I'll hand over my gift and we'll be out of your hair forever."

His teeth grit, "And if I don't answer your question?"

I grin wickedly at that, even knowing it's rather lost on the dangerous blind man in front of me, "You will Mr. Murdock, for the same reason you're about to flick your nose. Because I told you to."

His brow furrows and his head cocks to the side for a moment as if confused, but I'm already talking, "Flick your nose."

He does so immediately and I smile, following it up with, "Stand perfectly still and do nothing. That goes for you two as well."

That last bit is directed at Karen and Foggy, who are beginning to look quite alarmed as they freeze up. Looking back to Matt, I find him stuck in his angry pose, nose flaring and fists clenched at his side. I take that in before getting to why I'm here, "The question is a simple one Mr. Murdock. Tell me why you refuse to kill."

He frowns but answers me in short order, "Murder is wrong. I'm Catholic."

I can't help rolling my eyes at that, the last bit especially sounded self-deprecating, "There has to be more to it Matt. Give me the details on why you aren't willing to apply the same amount of fatal force that thugs and the criminals who you fight try to apply to you."

"I believe in redemption. Everyone deserves a second chance."

I scoff at that, "A second chance to what, try their hand at killing you again?"

"At turning their lives around. If I kill people, no matter who they are, I snuff out the chance for them to make something of themselves. I take them from their loved ones, whoever might care for them and whoever they might care for."

Cocking my head to the side as he explains his rationale, I throw out another question, "What about Wilson Fisk? Tell me, do you really think he'll redeem himself? Turn his life around? Leaving him alive just means more people die in the future."

He pauses at that before answering, "He's in prison. The justice system worked and he can't hurt anyone else."

"It's depressing that you seem to really believe that. Wilson Fisk is far from broken or beaten and he will not remain caged for long. That prison you sent him to will become his castle before long. All you've done is given him the chance to recover and come back stronger than ever. Luckily for you, I'm such a nice guy that I've decided to help you with that."

I hold up the spiral notebook, "I'm holding a spiral notebook that contains everything Wilson Fisk could tell me about his holdings and resources, most importantly, the illegal ones. Originally, I planned to use it myself, but I've come to realize that money is not really a concern for someone such as me. I don't need to resort to illegal and dangerous sources to gain wealth. Combine that with the fact that I'm in the process of leaving America behind, and I just don't care to keep it any longer. I think it'd be more amusing to allow you to use it as you see fit."

Stepping forward past the frozen blind lawyer, I set the spiral notebook down on the table behind him, stopping close to Karen Page as I do so. Mm, she smiles nice. I had considered taking her with me but if I was being completely honest, Trish and Jess were proving to be quite the handful on their own, and it would take a truly special snowflake to claim a third spot in my black heart. There were a million Karen Pages out there.

Pulling back from her and past Matt, I come to a stop back in my original spot and give the still trio one last smile, "We're going to leave now, and you three are going to forget all about us. The notebook was dropped off during the night while you all were gone and you'll just now notice it. Karen found out Matt was Daredevil a while ago and you lot will have to deal with that how you wish. Now, go back to what you were doing before I entered."

And with that last command I leave the Law Offices of Nelson and Murdock, for good this time, Luke and Jessica matching my pace as they followed behind. Minutes later I'm once again alone in the backseat with Jessica, but this time before she can suggest any specifically perverse acts, I'm taking the lead by pulling her to me, flush against my body as I stroke a hand through her hair, "Well, that was fun, for a certain definition of the word."

Jessica pushes against the hand petting her, eyes half closed in contentment even as she answers me, "I don't really understand what the point was Master. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen turns out to be some blind lawyer in a law firm barely keeping the lights on, and you ask him about his morality? It all seemed a bit off."

I chuckle at that, "Perhaps because I myself was a bit off there. I don't think I really knew what I wanted from that going in. Maybe I just needed to meet the man before we left New York behind. After all, I had already met his Archnemesis. I don't know. I certainly wasn't going to stop by Avengers Tower to have a chat with Captain America, so this was the next best thing I suppose. A way of closing out the New York part of my story."

Grinning, I grab hold of Jessica's hair and pull her head back to kiss her possessively. She takes it, even reciprocates the rough kiss with enthusiasm, until I finally pull back, leaving her panting and red in the face. I chuckle and run a finger over her lips, "After all, we'll be in Singapore by the end of the month. Let the heroes have America."

A/N: Only the Epilogue left to go now. Hopefully it'll be out a bit faster than this one.

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