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It didn't usually take Ryan long to get ready of a morning. He'd eventually adapted his own system of doing things which adequately allowed him to live a normal life. His clothes, he made sure, were always in a set order, along with his sunglasses and cane. His other cupboard though, was only opened for the times needed, such as last night.

Ryan finished changing into his suit; the tie always was the worst part. It always reminded him of Sandy. He then felt for the familiar walls of their apartment with his fingertips, until he reached the drawers of their living room. This is where Seth and Ryan kept their money in plastic containers, each with their own brail label telling Ryan which notes were in each. With that Ryan folded a different note, a unique way, placing them into his wallet.

Just as Ryan was about to find Seth and apologise for their little bathroom spat, right on queue he was being pushed out the door and given his briefcase and cane.

"I know. I accept your apology. Now we have to get to court."

"But wha—"

"I have all our papers. Here have a bagel."

Ryan couldn't say anymore as Seth shoved half a bagel in his mouth, leading them both into the streets of Manhattan.

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"Mr. Casada, can you state to the court what occurred the night of June 25th?"

His heart beat was racing, he was definitely nervous.

"I was at the bar…"

He had something to hide.

Ryan stood near the stand listening to Mr. Casada tell his version of events, but instead of hearing his lies he listened for his heartbeat. Something he discovered he could hear just as well as a voice. Justice may be blind, but it could still be heard.

"…Jen was closing up early; she asked if I wanted to stick around for some fun. What happened after that was entirely consensual."

Ryan smirked as Casada's heartbeat quickened.

"Are you aware perjury is a crime, Mr. Casada?"

Immediately Casada's high priced, high buffed barrister spoke up.

"Objection you honour. My client is a respected member of the community, while Miss Giles has a history of drugs –"

Ryan defensively spoke up, "My client is not on trial."

Yet the barrister continued, "…and openly discussed –'

"Nor is her testimony counsellor!" Ryan snapped back before the judge intervened. "Order! Mr. Atwood are there any further questions?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Atwood?" Ryan heard the slime ball speak up behind him. "The truth is Miss Giles, loved every minute of it."

Ryan angrily squeezed his cane, trying really hard not to punch him, especially when he heard a sob coming from where Seth was sitting with Jen.

"Mr. Casada, for your sake, I hope justice is found here today. Before justice finds you."

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Ryan and eth stood on the steps of the courthouse furious, as a smug Casada and his barrister climbed into a rental Mercedes.

"It's not right. Another rapist back on the streets." Ryan shook his head, still tightly gripping his cane, his knuckles turning white.

"Now I don't usually like your vigilante act but I give you permission to beat the crap out of him."

"Where do you think I'm going tonight?"

"God I don't get it how does a lowlife like Casada afford a barrister like Matthews?"

"Kingpin's gotta be footing the bill. On the judge too."

Ryan had been tracking his recent fight sprees and newspaper articles. The Kingpin was, beside himself, the most talked about story. He or she was supposedly the source of all the crime in New York City; he was definitely keeping the NYPD, FBI and Ryan on their toes.

"Yeah…oh we have to get back to the office. Our secretary said a journalist is dropping by."

"A journalist, what for? Which paper?"

"New York Times. Apparently they're doing a feature article on Atwood & Cohen. Pretty awesome, huh?"

"Wow. So do we go now?"

"I guess. A cab or walk?"

"A cab. You can shout." Ryan smiled as he whistled for a cab and got one straightaway.

"Bloody handicapped people…" Seth mumbled.

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Ryan and Seth arrived at their small office, heads hung low. They had really wanted justice for Jen but things didn't always go their way. Seth collected any messages from their secretary.

"So no messages from Victoria now?"

Ryan sighed and sank into his familiar chair, laying his cane on his lap.

"No. No more."

"I'm sorry man"

"Mmm. It's ok. She couldn't understand why I kept sneaking out at 3 in the morning, and I guess she doesn't like secrets being kept from her."

Ryan had been seeing Victoria for almost two months but that relationship, like so many others, never lasted. He hadn't truly been in love since he was sixteen, living back in Newport.

"Well I guess them's the breaks when you're a leather wearing crusader." Seth joked as he filed more documents.

Ryan tried to smile but realised, perhaps being Daredevil would mean he'd never fall in love again. He still thought about Marissa Cooper though, the way she'd hold his hand, the smoothness of her skin, the way he could always sense her joyful smile and the smell of her vani - -

Ryan sniffed the air as their office front door opened. Wait, wasn't that vanilla? Ryan slowly stood from his seat, his cane finding the floor as he sniffed again.

"Oh the journalist is here." Seth stood up walking into the reception area with Ryan.

Ryan however was clouded with this scent, one which had always haunted his dreams and then the same voice from those dreams sweetly rang out.

"…yes I'm from the New York Times."

Ryan couldn't believe it. Could she really be here standing only a few feet away from his cane? Could his dream become true?

"Marissa Cooper?" He managed to speak up, his throat suddenly dry and his head trying to point in the direction of her answer.

"Yes do I kn…know…Ryan?!"

Perhaps Daredevil could get the girl after all.