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I still worked with Matt Murdock and Froggy Nelson in their new law office in Hell's Kitchen. Steve had to accept that, realizing I was far too independent to accept what he would try to tell me what to do. He really had to work to understand to make sure I could take care of myself, so that had to have been some sort of compromise we could agree on.

As I worked with Matt, I started to notice something about him. Even though he was blind, an accident from childhood, he always seemed to handle himself pretty well. It had to have been from his other senses being heightened in response to the loss of his eyesight.

There were many days when he looked like he had been practically beaten to death the night before. That was the one thing that would have been the most problematic of what was going on with him. What would a lawyer be doing that would cause him to be practically beaten down like that? Probably nothing too good.

This was the most obvious the morning after Karen Page had been exonerated for murder and when a conspiracy for pension fraud had been exposed to the media.

"Is everything okay?" I asked him. I couldn't help but feel a little concerned for him over what had happened. "You look like crap."

He didn't even stop what he was working on that would have made me think that my question had no effect on him, or it was an act to keep me from being too suspicious of him. I noticed that.

"I'm fine," he said to me. "You don't need to be too concerned for me. It's just been a rough couple of nights."

That subject had been dropped, and he refused to speak about it any further. No matter how many times I would've asked him.

I watched him very closely from that moment on. Something needed to be done about it, and it was something I was going to do.

Damian even kept an eye on him, and he was just as curious as I would've been, though he wasn't asking him questions. Just observing him.

"He had some kind of ninja training," Damian said to me. "He had the bearing of someone who had that kind of training."

"And, I asked, quirking up an eyebrow back at him. "You know because . . ."

"I received that kind of training," Damian answered me. "That was the purpose of my whole childhood. I know what to look for. Much more so than you."

"Good point," I said to him, shaking my head back at him. "I guess I don't know him as well as I thought I did . . ."

"No one shows their true face," Damian said to me. "You know that better than anyone else."

I gave him a look. He must have picked up on things about how my whole community had been living. He should have been able to notice it, since he was around me and Lauren a lot.

"You purposely mislead the people closest to you," Damian had said to me. "Mostly the Captain. You need to understand . . . you are deliberately lying . . ."

"You don't think I feel that?" I angrily asked. That was from the build up of all of the guilt I had been feeling for a pretty long time. "I made a promise. I may be lying, but it's to keep a promise I made to my family and my people." I paused for a moment, grimacing as I thought about everything I had said and done. "I hate everything about it."

"But," Damian said to me, somehow bringing it back to Matt Murdock. "You are doing it with the best intentions. Same with Murdock. Look at what is happening on the streets, especially within Hell's Kitchen. The world is a dark place. It seemed like he had needed to do something about it."

I started to think about everything that had been happening in and around Hell's Kitchen, especially after the Battle for New York. People were taking advantage of the system and of the people, for their financial gain.

Someone needed to do something about that.

I came into work that next day, and the whole of the office was very icy. I could get into more of the cliches, like the tension could practically be cut by a knife. And, others like that, but I'm not going to waste that kind of time. I could even feel it from when I was outside.

It was an uneasy kind of feeling. At least for me.

When I walked into the room, I could see that Froggy was actually glaring at an injured Matt who was being treated by one of the nurses that Lauren would've worked with at the hospital.

"Am I missing something here?" I asked them.

They looked at me and it looked like they didn't even notice me being there with them.

"Murdock's been lying to us the entire time," Froggy finally said. There was no denying the complete fury that was in his voice. "He's a vigilante. I'm not even sure he's blind . . ."

"He's blind," the nurse had said to him.

"He's taking the law into his hands," Froggy had said to him. "Which he should be morally opposed to as a lawyer."

With those words, Froggy stormed out of the building, never once looking back at him. It looked like an old and close friendship had come to a complete and total end.

"Vigilante?" I asked Murdock. "Are you that mysterious guy from Hell's Kitchen? What was it . . . the Devil of Hell's Kitchen?"

He nodded. I needed to protect the city where the law had failed."