A/N: I am having so much fun writing this and hopefully you are enjoying it! Thank you :)

He may have told Foggy that he had no plan, but Matt was no fool. Of course he had a plan. He was on the trail of Bruce Wayne. Matt knew he was holding Nightwing somewhere out of Gotham; it was just a matter of following him there from a distance until he was able to act.

Matt felt a sneeze rising and suppressed the feeling. He was close. He left Foggy in the car, and had been gone for almost an hour now. The trail had led him to the south of Gotham, past Wayne Manor and into the countryside. He paused for a moment to catch his breath. If he pushed himself too hard, it would be a mistake. He had been absent from crime fighting for a long time; Matt could not expect to regain everything instantly. His faculties remained but his muscle memory and his strength, they had yet to return fully.

Matt took a few more steps forward and halted, sensing he was at the top of some sort of hill. From the smell beneath him, it was an abandoned quarry. He stopped dead in his tracks.

He smelt something else.

A subtle hint of sweat.

Cologne, possibly Hugo Boss, or was it Calvin Klein?

An undertone of resinous material.

Matt cast his mind back to the restaurant.

WAYNE.

He couldn't be here, could he?

Matt let out a grunt as something slammed into him. The two grappled in the air, exchanging punches and blocks. The air went from Matt's lungs as he dropped to the ground. He was winded. He choked for air. He heard a stick break on the ground. This time he was ready. Matt could sense the disturbance in the air. To his right! He swivelled his body and delivered a blow – to nothing!

"What?!" he exclaimed. Where was the man? Before Matt could grasp anything he was falling, rolling down the hill. The assailant had propelled them over the edge. The air whistled in his ears. He struggled to break out of the man's grip. He moved his head and yelled at the man, "WHO ARE YOU? ARE YOU BRUCE WAYNE, OR ARE YOU SOMEONE-"

Before Matt could finish his sentence he thumped into the ground. He let out a cry of pain. Instantly he knew his ankle was busted. He put his hand to it; he could already feel the swelling. He focused his senses and located the man. He wasn't moving. Matt pulled himself up and hobbled over to the body. He bent over, running his hand over the suit, carbon fibre for sure, Kevlar too. Suddenly Matt felt a fist flying towards his face. He couldn't avoid it.

Spittle flew from his mouth as Matt pirouetted back to the ground.

The man coughed and sat up. "I am," he paused catching his breath, "Batman. Now why the hell are you following me and what have you done with Nightwing?"

Matt ignored the question. "Wait. You're Batman? You're telling me that you, Bruce Wayne, philanthropist and self-made man of Gotham, is Batman? Hang on, I thought you kidnapped Nightwing?!"

Matt heard the man walk over to him.

"I won't ask again." Matt felt the air knocked out of him again. He crumpled onto the ground, defeated. Damn it, he thought, I should never have followed him, I knew he was dangerous. I thought it would be oh so easy to put the suit on again and regain everything. Dammit.

"I had nothing to do with Nightwing," Matt gasped for air. He sat up excruciatingly, rubbing his face. "I thought you took him. I was, trying to help, I guess."

Matt heard the man unclench his fists.

"I may be Bruce Wayne, but I am no longer Batman."

"Why did you just say that you were? Unless you're not anymore?"

"I don't know if you're my ally or if I should kill you…"

"Batman doesn't kill people."

"I'm not Batman anymore, but I can make an exception for you."

Matt held his hands up in defeat. Possibilities raced through his mind. He had lost this fight and it appeared as if Bruce Wayne had not kidnapped Nightwing. If he was Batman then that could explain what he overheard. He decided to explain everything to Bruce. He sighed.

"In the restaurant. When I overheard your phone call. You weren't kidnapping Nightwing. You were trying to find him… I thought you were-"

"Hang on, in the restaurant…. that means you are…"

"Matthew Murdock, District Attorney, pleased to make your acquaintance." Matt held out a hand. He sensed Bruce pause.

"Bruce Wayne, Philanthropist, and CEO of Wayne Enterprises. How can you fight if you're blind? Unless…"

"Yep."

Bruce swore loudly and started pacing around. "This makes things less and more complicated at the same time. I do not need this at all. I am trying to find Nightwing, I take it you don't know where he is?"

Matt shuffled his feet and replied. "No, I don't. I can help you though. Daredevil can do things that no other living man can do."

"Not with a sprained ankle." Matt frowned at Bruce's curt response and licked his lips slightly.

"Thanks for that by the way."

"You're welcome. If you didn't take Nightwing, who did?"

"Don't you know?"

"I was hoping to find out tonight."

"But you know where he's being held?"

"Yeah, about a mile south of here."

Matt nodded in thought. So he was close. He took a moment to fully survey the damage Bruce had done to him. He rubbed his face. Bruises for sure. He poked the skin around his ankle. Bruce was right. Must be sprained.

"We've both banged each other up pretty bad."

Bruce replied, "I'm fine," but Matt knew he wasn't. He could hear the shallow breaths of Bruce; probably a few bruised ribs from the fall.

"How about we call it a night, regroup and actually figure out how we will work together. Seeing as, you know, we found out each other's secret identities. I do have some people I care about that I don't want to see getting hurt. Oh, and one last thing, are Bruce Wayne and Matt Murdock allies, or are Batman and Daredevil?"

Bruce replied, "We will see," as he started to walk off towards the other side of the quarry.

Bruce stopped dead in his tracks. He craned his head around and frowned. Matt focused for a moment. He could hear it too, a whistle, far off. It was slowly descending towards them. Even further off he could hear the rotor blades of a helicopter moving further away by the second. Great. Someone just fired a missile at us. That chopper must be returning to their base. Nightwing could be there, Matt thought.

Matt breathed in deeply. He clenched his fists for a moment, and then released. He detected the trail of the helicopter, the air it was disrupting as it fled the scene. He established a trail to follow; he could also smell the scent of jet fuel throughout the air. They've gone south, where Nightwing is, he thought. He stopped focussing and spoke to Bruce. "If we don't get out of here, we will disappear along with this quarry. And I have a busted ankle…."

"My thoughts exactly Murdock. Don't worry, I always have a contingency." Bruce pulled a remote out of his utility belt and pressed a blue button. Matt heard a whooshing and whirring, come towards them at an unbelievable pace.

Something exploded through the bushes above them and stopped at the edge of the quarry.

"Is that the –"