Summary: Daredevil tries to stop the Punisher. Things goes as well as expected… Inspired by the recent Daredevil Season 2 Character Artwork promos (For the Daredevil one, just punch in the basic URL for youtube, then add: /watch?v=C7zrsh-rQII )

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Matt's senses were shot to hell and back as he struggled towards consciousness, but that tended to happen after a crowbar was slammed into the back of one's head. Fighting back nausea and dizziness, he slowly took stock of what his fuzzy senses were telling him about his surroundings—the rough brick at his back, his arms pinned behind him, the countless loops of heavy chain securely holding him upright, and…

Castle. Frank Castle not 10 feet in front of him.

"'Bout time you woke up…" The larger man closed the gap between them, kicking aside Matt's dropped batons. "I was starting to get worried."

Matt strained against his bonds, and started to open his mouth, but Castle jabbed the hooked end of his crowbar up against Matt's chin, forcing his head up and back.

"Shut up. No more pretty words out of you tonight—all of your talk of morality and the higher ground means nothing to me. The justice you want is just some naïve pipedream. The only justice those animals out there understand comes from a bullet, and I intend to deliver, without you getting in the way. And you should be happy I even left you this…" Castle tapped the crowbar lightly against the forehead of Matt's armored cowl, making him wince. "Or that I didn't call the cops to come and pick you up. I'll be calling somebody else instead."

It took a moment for Matt to recognize the small shape in Castle's free hand, and when he did, his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach—Castle had found his burner phone. There were only two numbers on it, but Matt didn't want the Punisher getting anywhere near either one of them. "Dammit Castle! Don't do—" Matt was silenced again, not by a crowbar (which had been dropped by this point), but by Castle smashing his hand against Matt's mouth, slamming Matt's head against the brick chimney in the process. Matt twisted against this new indignity, but Castle's large hand kept a bruising grip on Matt's jaw, muffling Matt's pleas completely, and even preventing him from trying to bite Castle. Matt kept struggling as he heard the phone ring, praying that whichever number Castle had dialed, that they wouldn't pick up, but of course, the Fates never smiled down on him like that…

"Oh god, what stupid crap have you done now…?" came Foggy's heavy sigh.

Matt froze, utterly horrified. Oh God, nonononononono! Not Foggy! No! At the thought of Frank Castle even laying eyes on Foggy, Matt's struggles intensified, and he almost managed to wrench his face free, but Castle leaned in, pressing most of his weight onto Matt.

"He got in my way," Castle rumbled. "You can pick up your boy up on the roof of 46th and 11th. Might want to bring a bolt cutter."

"What? Bolt cutter? Who is this?! If you've hurt him, I'm gonna—"

Castle hung up and closed the burner phone with a sharp snap, and released Matt. "Think I'm gonna keep this…" He waggled the phone before shoving it into one of his pockets. "Wouldn't hurt to have access to someone who can remind you what happens when you decide to be a pain in my ass."

"If you hurt him, Castle, I swear I will—"

"Relax, Hornhead. I have better things to do tonight than hassle one of your little club mates. But, for now, just enjoy the view." Castle gave Matt a few sharp pats to the cheek before scooping up his crowbar, and then retrieved the rest of his gear. He left, leaving Matt behind to struggle against the chains and to cry out in helpless frustration.

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A/N: So, who else is excited af for Season 2? And it's less than a month away! Saw the promo that I linked to above and I just HAD to write this, so apologies for it being un-beta'd and rushed. (But thank you Netflix for making kinky Daredevil fans happy since 2015, even happier since 2-18-16! stupid grin) Any comments are welcome!