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Chapter 4- Fast and on-point

Hell's Kitchen, Earth-199999

Matt woke up in his apartment. Because he was blind, he missed the prettiest morning of the year. All he got were hissing pipes and an east coast chill that went straight for the bones.

He got out of bed and put on a robe to cover his nudity.

He had heard the mail slip through the mail chute and hit the floor. He picked them up and read the envelopes with his fingers.

What he read made his blood run cold. There was a letter from his bank saying they hadn't received his previous two mortgage payments and then there was a letter from the Internal Revenue Service that his tax files were being audited and that every penny he had was frozen until the audit was complete.

So now all his accounts were frozen by the IRS and the bank was foreclosing on his apartment. How the hell did that suddenly happen?

"All of this before coffee", he grumbled, "This is all really bullshit!"

From a distance, Chase watched him with binoculars. At this distance, he could not hear anything Murdock was saying. But he was well-versed in lip reading.

Chase walked away from there and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Murdock. There is more bullshit coming your way for all the bullshit you threw at me."

Kasnia, Earth-1

"So where's your point of contact?" Oliver asked Slade as the two stood in an area.

"I don't know", Slade said, "Foreign associate of mine from back in the service days. He's a bit of a jackass and never on time."

"He's not that bad."

The two turned to see a man with long hair walk up to them.

"Ha, ha", he said to Slade, "Slade Wilson. The Terminator."

The two hugged as Slade said, "I haven't heard that name in a while."

As they broke apart, Slade said, "See you're running later than usual."

"I was with a girl", Nylander said smugly, "Forget about it. Look at you. The Mirakuru did you wonders, huh?"

Noticing Slade's expression, he said, "Oh, what? You're not sensitive about that skit, are you? You were quite the madman, I hear."

"You promised me something", Slade said, already annoyed by Nylander's comments, "Did you bring it, or did I waste my time travelling 7000 miles for you to screw with me?"

Nylander reached into his bag and took out a file. Handing it to Slade, he said, "Truth be told. I'm glad you got your marbles back."

He then patted Slade on the shoulder and looking at Oliver asked, "So who's this?"

"He's a friend of mine", Slade said, "Don't worry about him."

"With you, I always worry", Nylander quipped.

"This should work. Thank you", Slade said sincerely.

"That's it? Just "thank you?"" Nylander asked, feeling a little disappointed, "No extravagant dinner, no pints?"

"Maybe next time, when my son isn't rotting in a third-world prison", Slade said as he walked away.

"He's lucky to have you as a father", Nylander said to him.

"My son wouldn't be in this mess if anybody else was his father", Slade said with a lot of self-loathing. Oliver noticed that and felt sad for his friend.

"Just be careful, Kamrat", Nylander warned, "Your boy was snooping around some private-op mercenaries, um, not so nice guys."

"Under certain circumstances, I'm not so nice a guy", Slade said to him before walking off. Oliver looked at Nylander one last time, feeling there was something off about him, but then he walked off too.

New York, Earth-199999

Fisk was in his cell. He had put forth the offer to the FBI through his lawyer. The lights flickered and Prometheus stood there.

"How the hell do you break into places like this?" Fisk asked.

"A magician never reveals his tricks, Mr. Fisk", Prometheus said, "I have already started making Matt Murdock suffer."

"What did you do?" Fisk asked.

"I managed to track down your resources", Prometheus said and Fisk looked shocked, "And then, I used the IRS to freeze his accounts while the bank forecloses on his apartment."

"Brilliant!" Fisk said, impressed by how this man worked, "How did you track down my resources though?"

"I managed to be District Attorney of a city for almost a year without any law degree", Prometheus said smugly, "I can do a lot. And I think your plan has already begun, hasn't it, Mr. Fisk?"

"It has", Fisk said, "I will eliminate all my competition and I will get what I want."

"I hope you do, Mr. Fisk", Prometheus said, "This is a golden opportunity for both of us. You want this city, I want to make Matt Murdock suffer. The one thing common in both of our goals is Matt Murdock. He is a thorn on your side while he is the goal of mine."

"Why do you want to make him suffer?" Fisk asked again.

"He took everything from me", Prometheus said, "My revenge. That's what he took from me. I was so close. And he destroyed it all."

"I am truly sorry for what happened to you", Fisk said sympathetically, "Do not worry. Your loss will be avenged and so will mine."

"It will be, Mr. Fisk", Prometheus said as he turned away, "We will do that, together. I am going to give him Hell."

The lights flickered and Prometheus disappeared again.

Kasnia, Earth-1

"I call this play Liberty Watch", Slade said as he handed Oliver a pamphlet, "Famous American Mayor comes to war-torn Kasnia to free a man who has been wrongfully accused."

"Clever", Oliver commented.

"Like I said, a diplomatic solution", Slade said.

"Well, Slade, I still don't think they are gonna free your son just because I give them a photo op", Oliver pointed out.

"Well, the photo op is just for entry. Of course they'll need a reason to release him", Slade said as he opened a lid of a briefcase, "And here are 50,000."

"Assuming this works", Oliver said, "Where do we meet?"

"When you pick up Joe, go straight to the airport", Slade said as he handed Oliver 2 tickets and a passport, "Here is an alias passport for him and tickets for you both to London."

"You're not even gonna see him?" Oliver asked incredulously.

"I need you to promise me that you won't tell him I helped", Slade said and Oliver was even more shocked.

"I'm not gonna lie to your son", Oliver said.

"It's better this way", Slade said.

"For him or for you?" Oliver asked, to which Slade had no answer, "Wait! Are you- are you afraid that he's gonna see you as Deathstroke and not as the man you were? The-the man I think you are now?"

"I gave up the right to be his father when I stepped out from the light into the shadows and became this monster", Slade said with regret.

"Your son will forgive you, Slade", Oliver assured him, "He's your family. All you have to do is be there for him."

"Joe knew that I was coming to look for him, so he contacted his mother", Slade revealed, "And she gave me a message, telling me to stay away."

Looking at Oliver, he said sincerely with some regret, "You got your second chance kid, and I'm happy for you."

He then finally said in a grim tone, "Some fathers aren't that lucky."

In the afternoon, Oliver walked into the Warden's office who greeted him, "Mr. Queen."

"Thank you for taking the time", Oliver said to him.

"It's not every day I meet celebrity", the Warden said with a laugh.

"I'm not famous", Oliver said.

"I saw you on news once", the Warden said, "You punched man with camera."

"Heh. Yeah", Oliver said, "I sure did."

"They also say you're good with bow and arrow", the Warden said, causing Oliver to say, "Don't believe everything that you see on TV."

"Okay, okay", the Warden said as he took his seat, "I understand you're with organization in hopes-"

"To request the release of one of your prisoners", Oliver said, "Kane Wolfman."

The Warden's expression turned grim and he said, "I wish you'd come earlier."

The door to the hotel room opened and Oliver walked inside.

Slade was shocked to see him and asked, "What're you doing back here? Where is my son?"

"Uh, there-there was a fight in the prison yard that Joe tried to….. break up", Oliver said with a very sad sigh, "Someone pushed and he hit his head hard. He's gone."

Slade's entire face shook with emotion while Oliver could only watch in sadness.

Slade then sat on one of the beds as Oliver sat on another, looking at him. Slade looked at a picture of him and his son when they had gone on the trip to Milford Sound. He had just been a teenager. Slade's hands shook with emotion.

They sat like that for at least half an hour.

"He never knew", Slade said finally, breaking the silence.

"Never knew what?" Oliver asked.

"That I loved him", Slade said brokenly.

"I'm sure that he did, Slade", Oliver assured him.

"I don't remember the last time I told him", Slade said as he held back his tears.

"Well, you were his father. He knew", Oliver assured again.

"I should have come with you to the prison", Slade said as he got to his feet, "I know it wouldn't have made any difference, but at least I could have seen him, said goodbye."

"We still can", Oliver assured as he got to his feet, "You can still say goodbye."

"Mr. Queen", the Warden said as he saw Oliver walk back in with Slade, "I was not expecting a return visit."

"Uh, Warden, this is Kane Wolfman's father", Oliver said as he gestured to Slade, "He wishes to see his son's body."

"I am afraid that won't be possible", the Warden said, very nervously.

"Why?" Oliver asked as Slade remained silent, "You said he passed away only days ago."

"Yes, but-"

"Warden!" Oliver snapped as he suspected some foul play, "Where's the body?"

"It is no longer in my possession", the Warden tried to explain.

"Then where is my son's body?" Slade growled as he took several threatening steps towards the Warden.

"Hey, hey", Oliver said as he put his hand on Slade's shoulder to calm him down, "Easy, easy."

To Oliver's surprise, Slade stepped back and looking at Oliver said, "He's lying."

"Do you want me to contact Liberty watch? Do you want me to cause an international incident? Because I am prepared to do both", Oliver threatened, with every intention of following through if the Warden did not tell him the truth.

"The situation is complicated", the Warden tried to explain again.

"Then uncomplicated it!" Slade said angrily as he took threatening steps towards the Warden again but Oliver pushed him back, "Hey."

As Slade stopped, Oliver turned to the Warden and said, "Trust me on this one. You do not want to make this man angry."

With a sigh, the Warden gave in, "They are called the Jackals; the men your son investigated. When they discovered his arrest, which was merely him being in wrong place at wrong time, they broke into prison, take him."

"Why did they take him?" Slade asked.

"Torture", the Warden revealed, "Your son is spy. In his head, secrets worth millions. They threatened reprisal on my family if I spoke about it."

Slade walked away angrily as Oliver tried to call out worriedly, "Slade! Slade!"

"When the Jackals took my son, they didn't count on who his father was", Slade said darkly as he walked out of the room.

Oliver looked at the Warden one last time and followed Slade out.

Later, Slade changed into his Deathstroke suit as Oliver walked in with a tablet in one hand and a glass of water in another, "I asked Felicity for any Intel she could find on the Jackals. She hacked the databases of every major intelligence agency in the world."

"And what did she find?" Slade asked.

"Nothing", Oliver said, "These guys are ghosts."

"Well, that's no help", Slade said in disappointment.

"But this is", Oliver said as he handed Slade the tablet.

Slade looked at the tablet. There was a video of the Jackals dragging his son out of his cell.

"Using close circuit cameras in the prison and surrounding areas, she got their escape route, the license plates", Oliver revealed, "And then using keyhole satellite technology-"

"She tracked them to one location", Slade finished, impressed.

"She did", Oliver said.

"She's brilliant", Slade commented as he moved to gather his weapons.

"What's in there for me?" Oliver asked.

"Nothing", Slade said, "I promised your only part was talking."

"Circumstances have changed", Oliver argued.

"Not for you", Slade said, "You have your son and your own problems back home. You also need to help Matt."

"Slade, these Jackals are the best of the worst, all right?" Oliver argued again, "They are stone-cold killers."

"What do you think I am?" Slade asked as he loaded his gun.

"I think that you're outnumbered, and quite frankly, I think you're out of practice", Oliver said to him bluntly, "And I'm not letting you do this alo-"

Oliver suddenly stopped and swayed on his feet as everything around him spun. He then fell to his knees, slumping against the bed, out cold.

Slade had put a sedative in his water.

"Alone is what I do best, kid", Slade said grimly.

Oliver groaned as his eyes opened. He blinked several times as the world around him came back to normal.

The first thing he saw was a letter. He picked it up and read- 'Go help Matt, kid. Then go home and be a father. Thanks for reminding me that I'm one too.'

Oliver put it away and picked up his bag, deciding that Slade did not want his help after all. His cell phone then vibrated and he picked up.

"Hey, buddy", Oliver said to his son on the other end.

"I just want to check in. Is this a bad time?" William asked Oliver.

"It's never a bad time", Oliver assured him.

"Are you coming home?" William asked.

"As a matter of fact, I am", Oliver said.

"Good", William said, "I wish you were here already. Mom's making me eat granola all weekend."

"Your mom knows what's best for you", Oliver said with a chuckle.

"Were you able to help your friend?" William asked curiously.

"No, I wasn't", Oliver said remorsefully.

"I really hope he finds his son", William said sincerely.

"Yeah", Oliver agreed, "I do too."

"Is there anything else you can do for him?" William asked and at that, Oliver's eyes lit up.

"As a matter of fact, I think I can", Oliver said, "I'll see you, buddy."

Two Jackals were playing cards with each other.

"War", one of them said.

At that moment, a sword protruded from the throat of the other one and he reeled in shock as the sword was pulled out while he toppled.

"Who's in charge?" Deathstroke asked him as he tried to pull out his gun. But Deathstroke was quicker and pulled out his gun, shooting him dead. His body fell in front of another Jackal who pulled out his gun but was shot dead too.

He then sliced another Jackal who arrived with his sword. Another fired at him but the bullets were deflected by his armor. He slammed the Jackal into the wall and flipping him to the ground, shot him dead.

Another arrived but Deathstroke sliced his leg and then shot him dead. Another arrived to fire but Deathstroke sliced his abdomen and then drove his sword through it. He then retracted it and he fell down, dead.

Two more arrived to fire but the bullets were deflected by his armor. They ran out of ammunition and ran away to another room. They threw away their weapons and tried to pick out other guns.

A man crashed through another pair of doors, Deathstroke running after him. One of them raised his gun but Deathstroke grabbed his arm and flipped him to the ground before shooting the other one dead.

The flipped one got up but Deathstroke sliced his abdomen and quickly snapped his neck before shooting dead another Jackal who had arrived. He then kicked another Jackal on the chest and he was thrown away, unconscious.

Another arrived and fired but the bullets were deflected again. He rushed Deathstroke, only to be impaled on his sword. Deathstroke then shot him on the side of his abdomen and he was dead too.

He then slammed another Jackal through a pair of doors and shot him dead. Another fired but he ran his sword through his shoulder while slamming him on a table. He then retracted his sword and sliced his chest, sending him down.

He then turned and sliced the abdomen of another Jackal before kicking him away. Another fired at him while standing on a table but Deathstroke sliced his feet and he was down. One remaining Jackal tried to fire at him but he grabbed his hand. He punched Deathstroke repeatedly with his other one but it had no effect. Deathstroke let him go and gave him an upwards slice with his sword, killing him too.

He then stopped as many Jackals arrived from all sides. He took off his orange and yellow mask and stood still as they all aimed their weapons at him, ready to fire.

"Stop it, stop", said a familiar voice. Slade slowly turned around as the voice said, "Damn it, Slade! You're going to ruin my new shoes. And I just bought them, brother."

Slade knew the man had stepped on blood which ruined his new shoes. But he was a little shocked by who this was.

"Nylander", he said after he had turned around fully.

"This man, is a legend", Nylander said to everyone as he gestured at Slade, "So no pulling triggers…..yet."

He then slowly reached out and lightly put his hand on Slade's sword.

"Truce", he said to Slade, "Let me explain, brother."

Slade let go as Nylander took his sword and patted his shoulder.

"I knew you'd be involved, Nylander", Slade said as he sat on a chair in the middle of them all, "But you're too stupid to run this organization. So where's the boss?"

"You know, I had really hoped that prison would be your dead end. But no, you just had to keep on coming, didn't you?" Nylander commented, "We've got a great thing going here, Slade, lots of killing, lots of money, and your son, what he knows, priceless."

"You like burning bridges", Slade sneered and Nylander laughed.

"So says the man who nearly burned down a whole city", Nylander said as he walked away from Slade.

Enraged, Slade reached for his gun, intending to kill Nylander but one of the Jackals fired at his hand. The armor protected him but he knew this was futile now.

"You're smarter than that, Kamrat", Nylander taunted.

"Where….is my son?" Slade snarled.

"Why do you ask, hmmm?" Nylander asked, "Do you wish to join him?"

Oliver walked into the base of the Jackals and looked at the carnage caused by Slade. Hearing footsteps, he looked up to see a Jackal pointing a gun at him.

Before he could fire, Oliver snatched the gun, smacked it on his face and threw him away, knocking him out. He threw away the gun and continued.

"I'm curious, Slade", Nylander said, "What was your plan? Kill us all and save your boy? Kind of reductive, no?"

"I like to keep things simple", Slade responded.

"Ah", Nylander said, "Things rarely are, brother."

"This is", Slade said, "I will join the Jackals as long as you let my boy go."

Oliver watched the entire thing from a corner.

"It's like I said, things aren't so simple. We need your son. After all, he's our boss", Nylander announced and Slade felt like the ground had shifted from under him.

His son! His little boy! The boss of the Jackals?

A man then walked out of the shadows, a sword on his back and a gun in his hand. But Slade knew that face very well. As well as his own.

"Hello father", Joe said as he stepped out of the shadows, "It's been a long time."

Slade's face betrayed a lot of emotion as he reeled in shock on seeing his son leading these mercenaries.

Hell's Kitchen, Earth-199999

Matt's day had been bad. The bank kept insisting he hadn't paid them and threatened to foreclose. He lost his temper and yelled at them, making them hang up on him.

He pulled out his checkbook and ran his fingers across the stubs he had written with a ballpoint pen. The checks had been written on time but there was no sign of them on his monthly statements. The bank had never cashed them.

Matt had given up on that for the day and gone to work, which was pretty uneventful, so his mind had remained on his financial plight.

He was now walking back home, thinking about legal options to use.

As he reached his apartment, he said to himself, 'I'm not defeated by them. Not yet.'

As he walked inside, he heard a whooshing sound. Before he could react, there was an explosion on his window and he was thrown away by several feet as some shrapnel hit him. Someone had fired a missile on his apartment. As he got up, there was another and he was thrown away again. He was badly injured by now.

As he tried to get up, this time he heard a light whoosh and something was stuck on the ground. He was shocked when he realized what had produced that sound. With shaking hands, he picked it up and his own heart skipped a beat. It was a shuriken. Made from the same material as Oliver's arrows.

"It can't be", he said in disbelief.

He jumped out of the window and landed safely on the ground, though he was still wounded and staggered. As he did, he felt something being thrown on him. He narrowly avoided it and realized it was the case in which he kept his suit.

And then he heard a voice which made him pale.

"Hello, Matthew."

Matt turned his head up slowly and said, "Adrian!"

Prometheus walked closer as he said, "How-how did you get here?"

"Not important", Prometheus said as he pulled out his sword, "But I am here now."

"What do you want from me?" Matt asked as he barely heard the sirens of the vehicles of firemen.

"You took my revenge away from me", Prometheus said, "Now I will make you suffer."

He then swung his sword but Matt ducked and then grabbed both of his hands, trying to snatch it. But he was too injured and Prometheus kicked him in the abdomen, making him stagger back. He then grabbed his face and kneed it, making him fall down.

"I am finding out everything about you", Prometheus said as he circled him, "Who you love. Who you trust. And I know a lot about who you've hurt. I'm going to make you suffer, Matthew."

Matt roared and got up to attack. He tried to throw a punch but Prometheus ducked and sliced the right side of his face, making him stagger. He then gave a left hook to that side of his face, making him stagger again. Matt managed to punch him in the abdomen and on the face, making him stagger back. Prometheus suddenly stabbed Matt's right knee, making him kneel. He then grabbed Matt by the collar and threw him away to another side of the road. He then smashed his head into a car door and then on the ground repeatedly. Matt was too weak now to do anything.

Prometheus then picked up the suitcase containing his suit and grabbed him by the back of the collar. He put Matt over his shoulder and walked to the top of an abandoned building a little far from his ruined apartment where firemen had now arrived.

He then threw Matt off the roof, followed by the case.

"I know you are stubborn, Matthew, so you will survive this", Prometheus said, "But you will not survive the union of me and Fisk."

He then walked away, while a bloodied Matt lay below, the now broken case next to him.

So finally, I use some elements of 'Born Again' to get Matt to where he was in the beginning of Season 3. Of course Adrian takes Fisk's place but even he is using Fisk's resources. I am planning to use some more elements from that comic later. More than the show actually. But Daredevil Season 3 will be followed from now on to an extent.

I have no idea how to fit Vigilante into all this so let's just assume he skipped Star City because he thought Team Arrow had started doing a good job.

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