A/N Sorry about the long wait guys. Wow, it's been what...a year? I have excuses, but let's not waste anymore time. The important thing is that I'm back and I'm ready to start pumping out chapters again!

Leo shuffled into the living room with a soda in each hand. He sat on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table. He bumped Raph's arm with one hand and Raph reached out to take the can.

On the TV a man screamed. Raph winced.

"That's gotta be the best scene in the whole movie." Leo surmised as he watched the battle before him.

Raph who had also already seen this particular movie shook his head. "No way bro. The best part is when the Scottish rebels beat the English army's butt.

Leo nodded. "True, that is a pretty good scene."

"Then there's the end where Wallace gets executed screaming freedom."

"Yeah, yup. That's defiantly a great scene too."

They were silent for awhile as they both listened to the movie play. After another few minutes Raph flipped open the cover of his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Leo watched as he put his can of pop down and headed over to the door to retrieve his bo staff.

"You've been going out an awful lot lately."

"What else am I supposed to do since Mike stole my bike?"

"Just be careful."

"Don't worry Leo. I'm just going to the edge of town to take on the whole Purple Dragon gang by myself." Raph smirked.

Leo snorted. "Okay."

Raph waved to Leo and hit the button for the sewer access door. "See ya." He disappeared into the tunnels and Leo turned his attention back to the movie.

It was only another few minutes before Don emerged from his room.

"Where's Raph?" Leo looked up and noticed the pensive look on his brother's face.

"He just left. Why?"

Don's worried expression increased slightly.

"We need to talk to him. Cobart is back."

"This is a pretty lousy hideout." Daredevil whispered.

Raph crouched next to him, listening to the gangsters below him moving boxes. Raph almost winced when he heard Daredevil's voice. He whispered back in an even softer tone. "Looks like they're planning on moving out."

Daredevil nodded. "Well let's go get some stolen merchandise back."

"Hey Ant. Hurry it up with those boxes there! We gotta move this stuff out by tonight." A short man, no more than five four in height waved a gun about in the air, motioning his friend to get moving.

Another man, Ant, grunted under the heavy load he was carrying.

"Shut yer trap. You want it done faster then why don't you help?"

"Cuz, I'm the watch out."

"We don't need a stinkin watch out dumb ass. This is our hideout."

"Hey!" Another man approached carrying more boxes. "Why don't you both shut yer yaps and get workin or I'll kick both yer asses. "

The shorter man who had been sitting on a pile of crates near a half loaded truck hopped down to the floor.

"Geese Bruno. What's wrong wit you?"

Bruno glared at the little man, the snake tattoo twisting up around his neck bulged as his thick face grew red. He dropped the box that he had been carrying to the truck.

"You're my problem you little good for nothing lazy piece a shit. Ya always stand around and act like your guarding something!" As Bruno got angrier he stalked forward and grabbed the short man by the collar. The man tried to shrink away from Bruno's grasp. Bruno snatched him up into the air and held him high above his head.

The short man squeaked. "Ant! Help me!"

Ant leaned against a stack of boxes. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, I'd like to Joe, but Brun has got a point."

Joe tossed terrified eyes from Ant back to Bruno.

"Come on man! I got a bad back! I can't do that heavy lifting kind of stuff!" He tried to shrug as best he could while dangling in the air.

"Bad back my ass." He grunted as he threw Joe to the ground. Joe rolled over onto his back. His eyes grew wide as he looked up at the ceiling. Bruno came toward him again and heaved him up.

"There isn't anything for you to watch out for shit head."

"Except that." Joe pointed up into the rafters. Bruno turned around and looked up. The silhouette of a man could be seen crouching in the shadows above. The ghost of a figure stood.

Bruno allowed Joe to drop to the floor.

"Who the hell does he think he is?"

The figure just stood there watching. With a growl of annoyance Bruno reached for his switch blade. With a flick of his wrist he snapped the blade out. He drew back and let his blade fly at the figure perched on the rafter. At the very last second the figure moved. His own hand snapped up and caught the blade out of mid air. Bruno's eyes widened. He stared in shock as the figure sent the knife flying back. The next thing Bruno knew he was on his knees screaming as fiery pain ripped it's way through his shoulder. He yelled and grabbed his shoulder. His hand came away painted in thick sticky red blood.

"Huh," A grunt came from the shadows. "You'd think a big guy like that could take a little blood loss."

The two remaining men whipped about, searching for the voice.

Daredevil let his grappling hook loose and swung down to the ground. He stalked slowly toward the two. They scrambled backward, searching for any weapon to be used against this infiltrator.

In a back room of the warehouse a whole horde of mens' heads popped up as they heard the scream of their fallen comrade.

"That sounded like Brun." One man set down his hand of cards from the poker game and grabbed up his aluminum bat.

Back in the main room of the warehouse Raph and Daredevil each took one thug. Raph was playing with his while Daredevil terrorized his.

"Is this all you left to guard your goods or is this your whole gang?" Raph taunted as he parried the gangsters terrified induced blows.

The sound of many feet in a corridor heading their way greeted Raphael's ears.

"Raph we got company." Daredevil called as he knocked his thug out.

"Good. The more the merrier."

Enraged shouts came from a corridor to Raph's right as the gangsters came upon the intruders. Raph filed this information away in his head, a long corridor to the right. Daredevil also heard the shouts.

"Raph." He whispered, unsure of himself." That sounds like an awful lot of guys. Twenty or thirty at least."

"Don't sweat it D." Raph answered. "I got your back. Just keep talking to me."

"Who said I was sweating over anything?"

The first wave of guys came upon them, and Daredevil kept his cool. The overwhelming odds were taking him out of his element, but Raph seemed to be at his peak.

"Where do you think you're goin?" Raph hooked a guy by the back of his shirt with his sai as the man tried to run.

"Hey D, this guy is trying to leave the party." Raph called, provoking Daredevil to talk.

"Stick around for awhile. You just got here!" Daredevil accented his words with a punch to the gut of a hoodlum.

In his head Raph repositioned Daredevil. Using what Daredevil had taught him the night before he calculated how far Daredevil was from the corridor he had discovered. He silently filed this information away as he continued to make a crude map of the room in his head. As long as he remembered where Daredevil was in relation to the corridor, he wouldn't lose track of him and he hopefully wouldn't hit him.

Wind. He just felt the air change direction, but from where? It was too late. A brass knuckle incased fist connected solidly with his shoulder, throwing him off balance. His sai flew from his hand as his arm went numb. He ducked the next punch he knew would be coming and listened intently for the clatter of metal on concrete. Pins and needles prickled up and down his arm and he braced himself for the pain he knew would be coming. He spun on his injured hand and kicked out with both feet before the pain finally made itself known and his arm folded underneath his weight.

Before the gang had a chance to get on him Raph hopped back up to his feet. He spun and struck out with his elbow, breaking the ribs of a guy trying to grab him in a bear hug.

"How ya doin D?"

They had become separated when Raph got hit.

"Just fine Raph, but we need to finish this."

With a roar of effort Raph grabbed a guy by the shoulders and swung him around, taking him off his feet. He sent the man flying through a truck windshield. The shattering of the glass and the settling of the truck gave him another key. He added a big truck to the map in his mind.

A few feet away Daredevil struggled to keep a level head. He wasn't scared. He didn't get scared, but he was getting fidgety. He was up against quite a few more opponents than normal and all the commotion was confusing his senses. He barely blocked a strike meant to take off his head and a thug got a hit in on his back, knocking him down. He put his jo staff on the ground and did a handstand coming down hard. He knocked down a few guys as he flipped into a stand. A blur assaulted both his senses of hearing and touch. He ducked just in time. It took another millisecond before he recognized it as a man that had actually jumped at him, flying over his head. Daredevil sprung to his feet again and spun about in a circle. Attempting once again to move some of the assailants back and calm his sense. It was getting to be too much. He couldn't tell one person from another.

Somebody grabbed a hold of his leg. Daredevil tried to shake them off but something was thrust deep into his calf. He roared in pain as he kicked the guy off. Grabbing his leg, he hissed in pain. A piece of glass was embedded deep into his calf muscle. Blood seeped around the glass out of the wound. Daredevil tried to remove the glass but the second he touched it hot white pain assaulted his senses like a poker being driven through his leg.

"Hey Daredevil, you alright?" Raph called.

Raph was farther way than Daredevil thought. Daredevil started to sweat in pain. His head spun, and his breath came in short gasps as he tried to control the pain in his leg. The pain distracted him. He heard the aluminum bat coming toward him only after it was too late.

Daredevil only felt the pain for a second. With an 'uh' he fell to the ground in a heap.

Raph heard the sigh from Daredevil's lips as he lost consciousness and fell to the ground. His blood ran cold.

"Daredevil? D? Hey D you'd better answer me!" Raph called as he kept his thugs at bay.

When no answer came Raph started making his way to where he thought his friend was lying. He could hear jeers and laughs from somewhere in that direction and he could only hope his friend wasn't dead.

Raph estimated where the laughs were coming room. He took two sherikin from his belt and threw them at the voices. One voice who had just been laughing screamed. Armed with all the information he needed, Raph took the two remaining steps at a run and dove at the thug. His sai went through the fleshy part of the man's stomach. Raph flipped into a roll over the man's shoulder and heaved him up over head. Raph threw the man into a group of men standing near by.

It only took Raph a second to pull out his bo and whip it across the floor looking for his friend. Panic gripped at his stomach, but he pushed it down. A guy tried to sneak up behind him, but Raph's bo shot back and nailed him in the knee then shot up and hit him in the chin. With another sweep of his bo Raph found Daredevil's body lying on the ground. He took a step toward him, but tripped on some discarded weapon. His bo staff flew from his hand as we stumbled to catch himself. Raph cursed loudly and got to his knees, searching for his staff.

The gang members moved back, slow grins appearing on their devilish faces. A few chuckled as they watch Raph search. "He can't see a thing." One laughed. "He's blind." The man aimed a kick at Raph's exposed mid section, but Raph sensed the foot coming at him. His hands shot up. Catching the foot, he twisted violently around causing the owner to scream in pain as his knee popped out of place and he fell to the ground. While Raph was busy with that another guy tried the same move from the other side. Raph didn't sense it and the boot connected solidly with the flesh between his plastron and carapace. The kick bowled him across the room. As his roll came to a stop he rolled over something hard and rounded, his bo. Raph jumped up and fought his way back to Daredevil once again. The thugs were being more careful now, more deliberate in their attacks. Many stood back to watch while only a few tried to bring Raph to his knees.

Raph finally found Daredevil. He grabbed his shoulder and slung the unconscious form over his shell.

The panic started to well up again when he realized he forgot the way out. They had come in through a window near the rafters, and there was no way Raph was going to get back up there with Daredevil on his back. Back in his sighted days he might have, but not when he was blind and didn't remember the steps. That corridor, it was on his right if he remembered right. Maybe it let out, or wait. They had to have some way of getting that truck in there. There had to be garage doors.

Raph pulled out his bo and stashed his single sai back in his belt. He would need the staff's long reach. With one hand steadying Daredevil on his back Raph faced the gang. Their strikes were more mocking than angry now that they knew he was blind. A few guys would take swipes at him while other stood back and laughed. They closed in on him and Raph allowed them to push him back. When he felt his back his the wall he slowly inched sideways, parallel to the wall, all the while making it seem like he was backing away. Every few steps Raph would take a strike that would knowingly hit the wall. To his enemies it looked like a blind turtle trying to fight off his attackers, but to Raph it was a way of searching for the steel garage doors. Each strike told him something. Raph's hands started to sting with the vibration of wood connecting to concrete.

Bong! His bo hit off something metal, but it wasn't garage doors. It was circular by the sound of the vibration. Raph stopped. He swept his bo out, high then low, knocking a few hoodlums in the head and sweeping a few down. He listened carefully. The cylinder object was hollow. If he listened hard enough he could hear wind blowing past it. Car horns could be heard clearly honking in the night . Without a glance backward Raph threw Daredevil into what he figured was a garbage shoot leading straight to a dumpster in an alley. With another few jabs of his bo he jumped in behind him.

Raph twisted in the garbage shoot as he came flying out, hoping not to land on his already injured friend. He came shooting out of the tube in a roll. His carapace bounced off the edge of the dumpster and he skidded to a stop on the asphalt. Raph bounced to his feet, staying low he drew his sai. Knees bent, head down, he listened for the sound of anybody near by. When none came he jogged back over to the dumpster and heaved Daredevil's unconscious form from the debris. Stopping for another second, Raphael listened once again for anything resembling the sounds of a human. All he heard was Daredevil's shallow breathing.

Raph hurridly counted the steps off to the manhole he knew was in this alley. Drawing his only sai, he pried the lid open and lowered his friend into the sewers. Just as Raph stepped down and was closing the lid, he detected the sounds of angry gang members coming around the corner out of the warehouse. Raph didn't waste time climbing down the ladder. He let his body drop to the floor. Crouching down he threw Daredevil over his shoulder. He whispered a word of apology for the rough treatment and was off through the tunnels.

As Raph ran he could feel Daredevil's blood dripping down his shell and onto his legs. Raph wondered how bad his friend had been injured. His breathing was shallow but steady despite the bumping and jostling.

"Donny!" Raph screamed once he was able to take a full breath. Raph stumbled into the living room and dumped Daredevil onto the couch.

He heard Don's lab door open.

"What?" A snort of laughter came from Don. "Raph. Is that who I think it is?"

Leo stepped out of his room and saw the red costumed figure lying unconscious on the couch. Raph leaned over, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"Don't you dare even say it Don." Raph warned between gasps. "We found a gang stealing merchandise. We followed 'um back to their hideout and he got knocked out."

"But that is Daredevil right?" Don asked as he walked over.

"Yeah," he nodded.

Don noticed the piece of glass still sticking in Daredevil's leg. His eyes grew wide.

"Shit Raph! He's got a piece of glass half way in his leg!" Don sighed. "Help me get him into my lab."

By now Leo had gotten to the living room. Leo took Daredevil's feet and Don grabbed his shoulders.

Leo took a glance at Raph. He had a few cuts along his biceps and his shoulder looked like it was going to bruise pretty badly.

"You know, when you told me you were going to take on a whole gang by yourself I didn't actually believe you."

"He didn't go by himself." Don snorted. "He went with Daredevil."

Don pulled off Daredevil's mask and went to check his pupil's before he remembered he was blind. Without wasting anymore time, Don attended to the horrible leg wound. The blood had started to clot but the glass was still deeply embedded.

"You look like you got the crap beat outta you." Leo said as he touched the new nick in Raph's shell.

Raph sighed in frustration. "Leo we got a problem. They know I'm blind."

Both Don and Leo stopped their light banter.

"What?"

Raph went on explaining, feeling terribly guilty. "Daredevil was down and I was going over to him when I tripped and lost my bo. They had the fun of poking laughs at me while I looked for it and now they know I'm blind. We have to go back and make 'um think they were wrong."

No one but the Foot knew that Raph was blind. All the local gang members just thought he was the same Raph as always. Raph worked hard to keep it like that and his brothers knew why.

Leo nodded "Alright, but don't you want to get cleaned up first?"

Raph remembered about the blood all over him. "Yeah, I'll go get a shower, but we gotta leave quick. The gang was movin hideouts tonight."