It was dark, the masked vigilante known as Daredevil preferred it that way. After finishing looking up some files that he thought would help Kyle in court Matt had eye. The problem was proving it. Bullseye was notorious for covering his tracks so well it often took months before his involvement was ever suspected. If Matt hadn't been there when it happened he would have believed Rayner guilty. What he needed was some good, solid evidence that Bullseye had been there at the time. It was a nice theory but it was proving difficult. The police cordons were still in place; and there was always the possibility that the forensic teams had already took everything useful. That didn't deter Matt, afteed was some good, solid evidence that Bullseye had been there at the time. It was a nice theory but it was proving difficult. The police cordons were still in place; and there was always the possibility that the forensic teams had already took everything useful. That didn't deter Matt, after all, he saw the world an entirely different way. Using his radar sense to keep him informed of the guards' whereabouts he made it to the scene undetected. Daredevil could smell where the chalk outline was. Using that as a point of reference he worked backwards, first to where Kyle had been lying, then to the place Bullseye must have been standing. Nothing, either he hadn't been there long enough to leave anything or the police had already found it. It had been worth the try anyway. For a moment he considered his options when something grabbed his attention. Blind patches on his radar, almost like the one he had detected around Kyle's hand. This one was much larger, as if all the sound near it was being sucked into it leaving nothing but void. Whatever it was it was coming this way. Matt leapt into the branches of a nearby tree. The sound came back and the figure of a man emerged, the area of anti-sound seemed to follow him as he moved, obscuring Daredevil's radar enough so that he couldn't make out any features. Matt couldn't even hear his breathing. He searched the area, the same way that Matt had done before and also finding nothing. The figure sighed, a deliberate noise that Matt could hear, before the anti-sound area spread around him and he took to the air. The Man Without Fear dropped from his position amongst the branches and wondered what had just happened.

The alarm clock read 6:17am when the phone rang, jolting Kyle out of bed. Groggily he picked it up and answered.

"Hello"

"Hi, is this the residence of a Mr. Kyle Rayner?" Said a male voice

"Yes, yes it is" Kyle woke up fully, this probably had something to do with the court case. He didn't want to miss a beat on this. It was way too big to risk any kind of screw up.

"Be seeing you" said the man before hanging up.

Kyle looked at the phone in his hand dumbly; wondering just what that had been about.

'Nelson and Murdock' ran business out of a storefront office. This was where Kyle Rayner was headed. Matt wouldn't say why but he was convinced of Kyle's innocence, Foggy couldn't have cared whether he was guilty or not since Bruce had agreed to help out. Honestly, you could see Foggy's eye's light up every time Kyle so much as mentioned the case. He walked through the door expecting to have to ask directions to a top floor office, If Murdock was as good as he had been told he would have something like that. So it surprised him when he saw the layout.

"I know, it's terrible isn't it. You know Matt, after this we could afford to spruce the place up a bit. What do you say?" Foggy called from his desk.

"It's not what I was expecting, that's for sure!" Said Kyle. The office had more in common with a private library than anything else. You walked in off the street and everything was just in one room. That included all the reference material they had, their desks, the secretary and various gifts from grateful clients. It was tiny.

"There is nothing wrong with our office!" Matt protested from his chair. Foggy scoffed.

"I know what this is, we get a new office and you've gotta spend your time memorising your way around. Am I right?" Matt smiled slightly. He wasn't wearing his sunglasses now. Kyle could see his eyes properly now. They were blue, albeit clouded over, and they floated weirdly in his head as if they had nothing to focus on. Foggy was used to them. He went back to his paper. Kyle found a chair by Matt's desk that wasn't overrun.

"So, before we start, is there anything you'd like to know about?" Matt asked.

"There is something, it doesn't have anything to do with my case but it's been bothering me. I got a crank call this morning, and the weird part is, the guy asked for me by name" Kyle explained

"That is weird"

"Hey guys, listen to this, it says here that there's a guy who claims that he can tell everything about you just by touching your hand, is that insane or what?" Foggy piped up, Matt shook his head

"I thought you said you were going to stop reading those pages"

"You're right Matt, I did. Let's talk about something else, Kyle, I see you're a Green Lantern fan" Foggy indicated towards Kyle's ring.

"I always thought that being a lawyer was a tough job" Kyle said sarcastically

"Funny, what about you Matt, who's you're favourite superhero?" Foggy clearly wasn't put off.

"Its not like we have any cases to prepare for, is it Foggy?" Matt replied dryly. Kyle smirked.

"I kinda like this guy here" Foggy threw the paper over. Kyle moved to catch it, but missed. Matt reached a hand out, almost casually, and snatched the falling paper out of the air before it had time to fall apart. He even kept Foggy's page.

"How did you do that? I thought you were blind!" Kyle was astonished.

"That's gratitude, some people have no respect for the handicapped!" Mocked Foggy

"Sorry, I didn't mean..."

"It's ok; I get that all the time" Said Matt with a smile.

Never the less, Kyle kept a close eye on Matt after that, and that wasn't the only thing he noticed. For a blind man Matt was incredibly confident, even in places that he had never been before. Kyle watched him as they walked to a deli that he knew. Matt had wanted to get out of the office for a while. Maybe it was just Kyle's imagination. He had never known anyone who was blind before. But every time he expected Matt to find something difficult because of his handicap Matt amazed him by breezing through, sometimes even picking up on things that Kyle had missed himself. Foggy was used to it by now, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Kyle wasn't the only one who was noticing things. The dark patch of anti-sound was back on Matt's radar, over Kyle's hand. Foggy had called him a Green Lantern fan; Matt had asked later what Foggy had meant by that. Foggy told him about Kyle's ring. He thought about the figure he had seen during the night, the black holes in his radar had been huge then, not tiny like the one that followed Kyle around. An imitation ring wouldn't make the same disturbance as the real thing, to Matt that meant two things. Either Green Lantern had taken an interest in Kyle Rayner, or Kyle Rayner was Green Lantern. Matt kept his thoughts to himself.

"Hey! I've just realised something. Rayner, Murdock, they're both Irish names, aren't they?" Foggy was saying when Matt realised that they were being followed. The same man had been stood outside the office when they had left, He could tell. The man was stood a couple of metres behind them, pretending to be interested in a newspaper vendor. Foggy continued his ramble. Matt was fine with that, it kept a constant stream of sound around him and prevented random noises from screwing up his radar. The stranger paid for a paper then walked towards them, calm as a day. He was concealing something in the paper but Matt couldn't tell what. He was getting closer, moving to push past them. Matt couldn't risk it, for the second time since meeting Kyle he faked a trip. This time putting his cane between Kyle and the newspaper. He picked up the distinct smell of metal as a long thin object slid between the pages and bounced off the cane, it had been in motion from the second that the assassin had come close. A knife. The assassin walked off, cursing under his breath. Foggy never broke his chain of talk once, he hadn't noticed a thing.

But what Matt didn't know was that Kyle had seen the knife, and the fake trip. He had seen everything.