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Hope you all have a happy new year.

"Cooper your story needs to be in by Sunday for the morning edition!"

"Sure Peter."

Marissa checked her desk calendar. She had exactly three to four days to complete her first news article for the New York Times, no pressure. This was her big break and if she did well she could say goodbye to obituaries. She wanted to become a serious journalist and prove to all her colleagues she was more than just a pretty face with daddy's credit card.

She went over her information her boss had given her again. She was to go and report on a law firm which was located in New York. Her boss had written down the address but had no idea what the firm was actually called. All he knew was these public defenders did great work helping the community and bringing justice. He thought it'd make a great story.

Speaking of community service, an article in her edition of today's paper caught her eye' "The Devil Stops Armed Robbery". Marissa read through the article excitedly. She loved hearing of this vigilante's push for justice in New York. He was known as Daredevil and nobody had actually seen him before, but many people believe in him. How he can jump from building to building, leap into the air and use only one weapon. It fascinated her how one man could lead such a double life and still be so selfless.

Suddenly her phone rang and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Picking up her desk phone she put on her professional voice, "New York Times, Obituaries." Yet the voice who answered was not interested in her paper.

"Hey Riss."

"Hey Dad. What's happening?"

"Not much but the invitation's for the Ball came in this morning."

Marissa sighed, another party to go to.

Ever since her dad had moved them to New York his various clients held parties and dinners in his honour, just so he'd become an investor for them. Her father had now decided to return the favour ad host the New York social event of the year –The Black and White Ball, held at the hotel he owned. As always Marissa was to dress up, put on a smile and make her appearance as the devoted daughter. Marissa hated every minute of them but she wasn't going to abandon her dad. She knew it was a matter of time before they drifted apart even further, so this was a time she could be with him. As always thought he asked the same question he'd been asking for eight years.

"So Riss shall I give you an extra for anyone special?"

Marissa let out another sigh as she replied with the same answer.

"No Dad, no one special. But send me on just in case."

The answer satisfied him for now and he said goodbye.

It was kind of depressing when she thought about it. She hadn't been in love since she was sixteen and living back in California. It was crazy but she still thought about Ryan Atwood, the blind boy who saw her for who she really was. It had been eight years since she'd left him standing on that pier and since then she rarely dated. Marissa had hardly been in a relationship longer than two months or one night. Her heart was torn to have left him and for a year they tried to keep in contact. Yet it all became too hard and now they didn't even speak. Marissa Cooper didn't have any idea what Ryan Atwood was doing right now, yet she had just read an article about him.

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"Ryan Atwood…hurry up! Look I know being Daredevil you should get extra sleep…and you really need health benefits. But come on man we need to be in that courthouse in two hours!"

Seth shouted down the hallway, yet his roommate didn't acknowledge him.

"Sometimes I think you're blind and deaf…" He mumbled to himself as he started to schmear two bagels for their quickie breakfast. Today they had to be in court at eleven for a rape trial and the woman they were defending was innocent and needed their help. Yet no case would happen if Ryan didn't wake up.

Seth left his bagels mid-schmear and stormed into Ryan's dishevelled room. His blinds were drawn, and he could probably pass as a vampire. His red leather daredevil costume or whatever it was called was sprawled along the floor along with his mask and cane/weapon. His bathroom wasn't too bad though except for the blood residue in the sink most probably from the bloody gash on his forehead.

"Ry…Ry come on, we're going to be late."

Ryan still didn't respond so Seth pulled off his bed covers and blasted his music from the stereo, which thankfully had his Journey CD in there. It worked.

Ryan got the fright of his life as his stereo woke him up, playing Journey full blast. The thumping just added to his headache which derived from his fight last night. Although he couldn't see, he knew Seth was standing there and was probably pissed.

"Seth, could ya turn that down? I'm awake." Seth obliged yet before Ryan could even lay his head back down on his pillow Seth snatched it out from under him.

"No Ryan. Up. Now…..oh god I sound like mum" Seth realised as Ryan slowly tried to get up, an apparent green bruise forming on his arm. He tried searching for his cane but Seth passed it to him.

"What was it?"

"Armed robbery, most likely Kingpin. But it was stopped, they kicked my arse though." Ryan tried to joke and felt his bedroom walls until he found his bathroom.

"I don't get why you do this to yourself dude. Out all night, work all day. Blood everywhere. You know one day you'll fall apart." Seth worriedly watched as Ryan washed his face, hissing in pain as he dabbed his gash.

"Seth we have this conversation all the time. I chose this. I want to do this, to help…I…I can't explain it alright?" Ryan felt around on his bathroom counter for his handy aspirin.

"I can. It's about dad, and you know it Ryan."

Ryan swallowed his tablets and slammed the door in Seth's face at his words. He wasn't going to talk about this now.

A/N Yeah this chapter was boring but ill make up for it next chapter R&R and I hope u have an awesome new years.