The best thing about my line of work was the lesson in prudence and patience. Important traits when dealing with my target after all waiting brings victory. The way Matt's fist relaxed in contradiction to the hard edge that glinted from his eyes, I knew I was dealing with a man well used to such patience. That night, they called for war and they goddamn better prepare for when we come for them. As far as I'm concerned, they were fucked.

Night, almost a full twenty-four hours since Karen's capture, and here we were keeping vigil. The warehouse in question was dark, masquerading as a shell of a building that had degraded through its years of disuse. Perfect for those bastards who sold their victims like cattle to slaughter. I may not want to do all this hero business, but fuck does the idea of knocking some heads around was satisfying as hell.

From the alleyway, leaning against the side of another building, I watched the lone figure walk towards the nearest door. Must admit, that outfit wasn't what I was expecting. I thought it was going to be something as tacky as the American flag splashed across his chest and while the horns were ridiculous, the rest was far from it. The red and black suited him, perfectly fitted and doing more than dress him up as a devil in the night. When he had first shown up, I noticed the thickness of the pieces, each one shaped and designed to protect his vitals. In his line of work, I wouldn't be surprised if that armor was the difference between beaten criminals left to the cops and a certain lawyer in a dumpster bleeding like a stuck pig.

In front of me, leaning against the opposite walls, was Luke. He watched as well, waiting until after Murdock slipped inside. With someone as paranoid as Matt seemed to be, I forced him to accept help from Luke. According to Claire, there was trauma that affected his inner ear leading to a sense of vertigo, hence the constant swaying. While gunshot wounds were quick to heal with my freakish power, Daredevil was far too normal to do the same. This was dangerous enough, no need to run in like a dumbass without some sort of plan.

"Can't believe you were able to find the guy," Luke whispered.

"Well, he owed these people a bit of help," I told him. I moved slowly from my hiding spot with Luke keeping close behind.

We skirted around the building, keeping to the shadows and approached one side of the warehouse. Glancing up, I caught sight of a window left tilted open and forgotten by people who didn't think it to be a viable entrance. Calculating the distance and nodding to Luke, I kicked hard from the ground and launched myself into the air. At the apex of my jump, I shot an arm out and clutched at the bottom edge of the window. Grunting at the strain in my shoulder, healed but still sore, I reached up and pushed the window further open, taking care to go slowly as to keep quiet. Once open, I dropped my other arm with hand held out. Below, Luke jumped as well, catching my hand while using his other arm to grab ahold of the window sill. Hanging on, I hefted myself up, keeping ducked and inched carefully onto the support beam beyond, Luke right at my heel.

Crossing over a few beams, we eventually spotted the main stage of one twisted douchebag. Daredevil stood there, back straight and head directed at Dimitri fuckwad Christos, surrounded by dozens of his lackeys. Each one were armed with guns of all kinds—rifles, sawed-off shotguns, pistols—all of them cocked and aimed at the vigilante. It made our plan risky, but not more than expected. Dealing with the scum of Hell's Kitchen, it was something we were all experienced in.

I gestured Luke towards the section above Daredevil while I made for the one above these bastards, moving as quickly as I could managed without making too much noise. Bellow, Matt stalked forward, hands twitching for the clubs strapped to his thigh. I didn't blame him, not when I wanted to crack Dimitri's skull open when he dragged Karen into view by her hair. Blue bruises colored the skin around her eye, her lip split, and she stumbled forward to fall at Dimitri's feet. It was when he kicked her that Matt finally drew his clubs, keeping one in each fist as his body tensed for a fight. With a quick glanced, I checked to make sure Luke was in place, sharing a nod as we both kept crouched and ready.

Dimitri threw his head back in a laugh, the sound bouncing around the empty warehouse as his men shared in his mirth. Armed and deadly, there was no way Daredevil would be stupid enough to attack. So it was with shock on their faces when one of the clubs slammed into Dimitri's head, cutting his laughter short as he fell to the ground, like a puppet whose strings were cut. Silence descended in those short seconds after the douche bag fell, his men taking a moment to comprehend what had happened before they reacted with shouts of anger, lifting their guns while fingers squeezed around the trigger. However, those precious seconds was all we needed.

Taking a step forward, I fell straight for the ground, catching sight of Luke as he did the same and dropped in front of Matt, body intercepting in time to protect the vigilante from the spray of bullets. When I landed, I knocked down one of the gun men before swinging my fist into several more. A few more left unconscious, I then launched myself forward, pushing back more of these assholes to reach Karen, who sat there eyes wide with fear and confusion. I could only hope that fear was from the eruption of shooting and not from a bloody mess were I last saw Matt. No time to check. The most vulnerable was Karen, and it was agreed on that I get her out as fast as possible before worrying about the other two. I just hoped that everything went smoothly.

Giving out a shout, Karen fought back when she felt me grab her arms. She put up a decent fight, against a normal human she would have escaped, but I was able to loop my arm around her chest while slamming my other fist against another man. Once secured in my arms, I sent us backwards with a short hop, separating from the group before jumping the both of us into the air. She yelped, her scream cut off by the sudden rush. Luckily, everyone was too busy fighting to noticed and I easily grabbed ahold of the beam above, hefting the both of us over and on top. When I was sure she was balanced on the beam, I released her, allowing her to turn around and look at me.

"W-What?" She gasped out, surprised to see me.

I motioned her to keep quiet as I whispered, "Get out of here by that window and wait. I'll get you when things calms down."

Crazy girl hesitated, as if she thought she could actually help in the shit storm raging below. But when she nodded, I took it as my cue to return my attention to the fight, relieved to see our initial plan worked.

Luke, with the bulk of his body, bulldozed through the gang members as Daredevil kept close. Moving around Luke, Matt used him as a shield against the bullets coming his way, flipping in and out of combat with ease. On occasion he would stumble, but Luke made sure none took advantage. Maneuvering closer, I found a good spot to jump down on top of another person, kicking him in the stomach and then the head to knock him out.

There were a lot of them, but with the three of us, we made short work of them. It wasn't long before they were left as a groaning pile of bodies, guns scattered uselessly across the ground. Turning to Luke and Matt, I gave them satisfied smile. Luke was fine but Matt appeared unsteady, swaying in place though his head was kept cocked to the side, his jaw tense, but he remained quiet. If another asshole showed, I'm sure he would warn us. For now I needed to go through the unconscious pile for Dimitri. I was still on a job and I'm sure Dimitri would provide all the answer I need to get the rest of these guys in the slammer. Now where the fuck was he—

Matt gave off a warning shout while throwing one his clubs forward. I watched the weapon fly, missing its target by a hairs breadth though it did bring out a flinch.

"How about you assholes just stay right there, huh?"

I straightened up, meeting Luke's eyes for a second before we both watched Dimitri with a wary glare. Where the fuck did her get a rocket launcher was beyond me, but memories of an incident involving a shotgun made me hesitant in thinking Luke could handle a hit from that. Beside him Matt shifted his weight, trying and failing to find his balance as he focused on the enemy. Fuck, he was still recovering from all the shit from yesterday and without Luke to safely shield him, the vigilante wasn't going to be able to get in close.

"Now that I got your attention, how about you two fucks go on your merry way while I take care of your little devil friend there."

"Fu—"

"What do you want from me?" Daredevil growled, interrupting my insult.

"Is that really a goddamn question? You fucked up our organization."

"That's not your only reason."

Dimitri smirked, "Heh, guess it's hard not to care when there's a nice bounty on your head. Congratulations, you managed to piss off a bastard with deep pockets, what a goddamn shock. Figure, with the money I can make off you, I can easily rebuild my business. The added reputation of offing the Devil of Hell's Kitchen ain't bad either."

"You piece of shit," I snapped, shifting forward but stopped when Dimitri pointed his weapon at me.

"Back off bitch and learn to stay out of other people's business," he snapped, finger curling around the trigger.

I smiled, stupid fuck.

All that talk and the shit head was too distracted to notice when a certain blonde had grabbed a piece of wood and smashed it across his head. The launcher clattered to the ground as Dimitri yelped in pain, holding the back of his head. Spewing out a string of profanities, he wasn't given a chance to do anything else when I launched myself across to land a punch into his gut. He dropped from that hit, falling to his knees and too busy groaning to stop me from taking a hold of him by his hair.

"The cops are going to have a shit ton of fun with you," I sneered, half tempted to give him another kick but instead tossed him behind me towards Luke as he approached. The bigger man grabbed Dimitri by the shoulder and used his other hand to pin douchebag's arm to his back. When the tool bag squirmed, Luke yanked his arm up, getting a yelp. "You two go ahead and take him in, I'll make sure Karen gets home."

"Gladly," Luke smirked as he frog-marched Dimitri towards the exit.

Daredevil stood back, keeping in the shadows, hesitating to get any closer.

I ignored him and focused on the pale girl in front of me. Roughed up the way she was, I wasn't expecting a refusal when I said, "Let's get you home."

"W-What about Matt?" She asked, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to stop her shaking. As impressive as this girl was in stubbornness and lack of self-preservation, it seemed she had reached her limit.

"Safe," I said, offering her a small, tired smile. "Since yesterday, actually. It's why I usually tell client to keep out of this shit. Now, come on, I'm sure he's worried for you."

Her arms tightened, but she nodded, letting me guide her towards the exit after Luke. Glancing back, I spotted Murdock give me a nod as he too disappeared from sight.

The night was young, but not enough to stop the scum from crawling out. I leaned against the railing of fire escape, like a home away from home with one arm draped over holding my flask while the other held my camera. This guy was far too easy to track down and I'm going to have some good pictures for his poor missus. A few more would do it too. Easy money.

"Interesting use of your skills."

"Yeah, well, I'm not into dressing up and jumping across rooftops," I muttered, taking a few shots before asking, "What do you want?"

"I wanted to thank you for what you did."

I shrugged, putting away my camera in my bag as I said, "Karen hired me. I was only doing my job."

"Still, thank you."

Straightening up, I took a good look at him. He was dressed in his Daredevil suit, crouching on the steps with arms resting on his knees. His head was directed towards her, though she knew it was act and not him actually seeing her. I leaned back against the railing, crossing my arms as I considered the vigilante.

"How're you feeling?"

"Better, though both Foggy and Claire preferred I take a longer break."

"They have a point."

Matt stood up straight, head turning to some unknown noise before he turned back to me and said, "Anyways, I need to go but if you ever need help, legal or otherwise, feel free to call me."

"I'm usually covered in the legal end, but I'll keep that in mind. Just keep yourself safe, I don't want Karen back in my office asking for more help. This hero business isn't my thing."

He chuckled, giving me a small nod before he turned around and disappeared towards the roof. I stood there, trying to listen for the sound of his movement, but getting only city noise.

Descending the fire escape, I landed onto the sidewalk and joined the endless stream of people. Heroes were crazy, but fuck me I couldn't deny the enjoyment I had from the experience in the warehouse. It was still horrible, not knowing if Karen was going to share the same shitty fate as Hope or if I was going to get a bullet through my skull. Still, there was satisfaction from actually saving people and completing my case without a single casualty. Maybe I should rethink this whole superhero shit.

I snorted.

Fuck that. I still couldn't imagine myself running around the city in a stupid white leotard calling myself some unimaginative name. Leave that for the insane people who actually enjoyed that type of shit, like Murdock. I'll stick to my normal cases. That was how I helped people

Besides, maybe one day my job would have me working with Nelson and Murdock. It wasn't beyond the realm of imagination, law practices and private investigation weren't too dissimilar. I wouldn't mind dipping into the world of heroism on occasion.

And, damn, did we make a good team.

AN: Well that's the end of this story. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and followed this story. I hope you guys enjoyed the ending, as quick as it was. I couldn't imagine anything crazy with them honestly, mostly cause in reality they were small fry who happened to get lucky.

Anyways, I will be doing my best this time to responding to reviews. I know that these last couple of years I haven't responded to them and that's something I feel horrible for not doing. It's a bad mix of being busy and social anxiety (even with anonymity). It's something I want to work on because if you folks put the time into actually reviewing, I should put the effort in responding back. It's only fair. So from this point onward I will be responding to my reviews (including my other works on this site).

Speaking of my other works, for those who follow my Merlin fics, I am writing for my two unfinished stories. Rebirth is first cause its easier to pick up from (only two chapters on here to reread and edit). I actually finished writing chapter 3 couple days ago and will post once it and chapter 2 are edited (chapter 1 has been reedited a week ago).

Once all unfinished works are completed, I won't be starting any new projects beyond one-shots or short stories with short chapters (like Just This Once). This is because I've been working on one of my bucket list goals, which is to write and publish my own original story. I've actually completed 1 and 2/3rds of a trilogy I've been working on since last year October. It's an idea that has been on my mind for years, and has since evolved from when I started writing it. I put so much of my effort and resources on it, and unlike my previous attempts of an original story, this is one I've grown so attached and invested. Even when I needed a break from it and wrote this fic, I still went back and worked on it off and on. I'm proud of what it's becoming and excited to see my notes on its future come to fruition. I just wanted to let you guys know more of why it would take me longer to update or post nowadays, especially those who so patiently waited for my Merlin ones.

I had fun, weird as it was writing from first person POV. It was a great experience.

Thank again to everyone who read this story! :)