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Chapter Eight - Welcome to the Offices of Nelson, Murdock, and Stahl

A Few Years Later

Lily Potter sat beside Maggie Murdock and cried into her handkerchief just the same as her best friend in the city as together they watched the graduating class of Columbia Law receive their degrees and honors. Elektra, who had graduated the year prior, was right there with them cheering up a storm as Harry was awarded summa cum laude and gave a speech as the valedictorian. As a cum laude graduate Foggy was right there with him and when they were done and the hats were tossed in the air he and Marci were embracing their blind friend in a massive group hug as all around them families stampeded into the crowd to congratulate everyone on the final conclusion of their education.

It wasn't long until Lily, Maggie, and Elektra were amongst them and the hug grew even bigger. They'd been working hard for this day, and now it had finally come. Once they all settled down, Harry happily declared, "Let's make this happen!"

A train ride later and they were popping the cork of a champagne bottle in a decent enough set of offices in a very particular building in Hell's Kitchen. Elektra cleared her throat to gather all of their attention and slammed her name plate down on a particular desk in the right hand office. "As the official paralegal for Nelson, Murdock, and Stahl, I do hereby declare this law firm to be open for business!"

"Cheers!" They all raised their glasses high and took healthy sips.

"I'm so proud of you, honey. And I know your father would be too." Maggie rubbed her son's shoulder happily. "Even if you and Elektra are living together in sin." The two young people were holding hands, and blushing up a storm at that comment.

"Mom," Harry complained, "we talked about this. Elektra and I are completely committed to each other and we have already agreed that we want marriage, but we also want to get more settled in here and established before actually setting anything in stone." The blind man smirked at where he felt Foggy and Marci were standing and added, "Plus, it would be rude to plan our wedding before these two are ready to do a dual ceremony."

The two blondes looked like overripe tomatoes at the insinuation, and unfortunately for them Lily chose that moment to snap a group photo so that their expressions could be immortalized for all time.

"H-Harry, we haven't really talked about marriage yet." Foggy stuttered out.

"Y-Yeah, but I-I wouldn't be opposed." Marci added in the same halting way.

Elektra giggled behind her hand and looped her best friend's arm through her own. "Oh relax, girl, we're only playing with you. Now come on, we need to get these offices decorated!"

Marci laughed a bit more easily at that reassurance and said, "Right. But we will be paying you back for all the furniture."

"Don't even think about it." Elektra stated firmly. "I have my daddy's money and I get to use it on what I want. My name might not be on the door but I'm just as much a part of this firm as you so I have the right to help out until we build a good list of clients. I'm happy enough being the bank for now."

"Yeah." Harry agreed, "Just be glad she isn't pressing to do more. Convincing her to let me pay half the rent on our place was more than challenging enough."

Foggy sighed, "Harry, only you could end up with a world class, rich, intelligent, bombshell that wants to make you into a trophy husband and find something to complain about."

"Jealousy is a bad color on you, Foggy." Lily joked before levitating a pile of bags that contained their pictures and decorations. By now they were all used to her abilities, as well as Harry's. Ever since he and Elektra had had their talk with them the need for secrets had gone all out the window.

***Flashback ***

A Few Nights After Harry Helped Elektra Start Killing Again

The couple had gathered Lily, Maggie, Marci, and Foggy together at his old apartment and before they could start asking about why they'd all been gathered, he started talking. The man had been struggling with the question of whether or not to tell the others what he planned to do once he took up residence again in Hell's Kitchen, a plan that now included his girlfriend of course, and had eventually decided to just go for it. The plan was to use his law practice and court connections to find both victims for Elektra and those that needed his help, and Foggy and Marci were going to be an integral part of that. He couldn't make them unwitting accomplices, so they needed to have an actual idea what they were getting into. If they wanted out now, well, he hadn't done anything connected to them yet, so they would be safe.

He'd only planned to reveal his part but Elektra had surprised him by including her bit as well. She finished by muttering that she might never get justice for her father, but she wanted to help others get it for themselves by any means necessary.

It wasn't even a second before Maggie was embracing them both, and covering their faces with kisses. "You really did all that, Harry?"

"Yeah, mom. I swear I tried to let the law handle things with the mobsters, but no one was doing anything. Can you forgive me for lying to you all this time?"

"Oh, my boy. You have nothing that needs forgiving. I'm only sorry you felt you couldn't tell me any of this sooner." The former nun novice leaned in and kissed his forehead softly. "I thought your eyes were a test given by god but they are really a gift. You have been given the ability by our Lord to judge the wicked and hear the truth of their hearts, and I would be a poor follower to not see his hand in your actions now."

Lily shuddered slightly at all the talk of death, carnage, and voices, but nevertheless she decided to add her own two cents. "I made a promise to never leave you again after I found you and I intend to keep it. In fact, I have a few ideas for magical tools that might help you in this mission." At a sudden thought she added, "And I'll look into old curses as well. Elektra's voices sound magical in nature."

Across the room Foggy and Marci were sitting with wide eyes and hands locked together in an iron grip. The former knew about what had happened with his best friend's dad and the payback he'd wrought as a result, but the new stuff… now that was… new. That being said, he understood. "Look, I don't know about all this religious stuff. I'm a good Catholic boy and all, but I hardly think I'm qualified to talk about the will of god and all that jazz. That being said, they tell us all the time in law school that the law isn't perfect. That innocents fall through the cracks no matter how much we try. Provided we at least try to do things the legal way first, I'm willing to help those that we fail in the other way too. Harry, you're my brother in every way that counts, and I won't leave you to do this alone."

The last one left was the one they'd expected the most trouble with, so it was that they were all surprised by an awed stare and a steady trail of tears falling down the normally prideful looking blonde's face as she asked, "C-Can you help me too?"

At once Harry was moving across the floor to kneel at her feet. "Tell me how."

Foggy gasped, "Your mom?"

Marci nodded. "I-It was five years a-ago. Mom was driving out to see me so we could have dinner and talk about my future. S-She always wanted me to come back home and join our small family practice but I wanted to live and work here in New York. B-But it was her birthday so I couldn't say no, ya know. We were just getting away from campus and out onto the freeway when we were t-boned by a truck." Marci swallowed thickly and tried to wipe away her tears to no avail. It was clear that whatever was coming next was a serious point of pain and trauma for her. "My mom was driving so she took the brunt of the impact while I only got whiplash and a broken arm. The collision broke her back and to this day she's stuck in a wheelchair."

Harry nodded, "Is that why you were so focused on big corporate jobs in school?"

"Y-Yeah." Marci wiped her nose and leaned into Foggy for support. "I thought I could use the extra money to help pay for some of her medical bills. When she found out that was my reason my mom made me promise to actually go after what would make me happy instead." Her eyes sought Foggy's and she said, "It didn't take a lot of looking to figure out what that was."

Lily smoothed that over real quick. "Don't worry, dear, I'll cover the balance of those hospital bills." At their looks she explained, "Elektra isn't the only wealthy member of this little group. I have access to all of my family assets and it isn't serving any use just sitting in the bank." She smiled over at Maggie, "Didn't you tell me last month that small deeds of kindness are godly?"

"That I did." The Murdock mother returned the look and clasped her hand with clear fondness.

"That's not everything." Harry noted that Marci's heartbeat was still incredibly erratic.

"No, it isn't." She agreed. "The driver of the truck that hit us was intoxicated, and he was on his phone at the time of the collision. Two strikes that show he wasn't paying attention to where he was going or what he was doing. He wasn't even fit to be behind the wheel. The prosecutors told us it was a slam dunk. There was no way he wouldn't spend the rest of his life behind bars. Except…"

When she couldn't go on, foggy finished for her. "The bastard had an excellent lawyer. He managed to get the sobriety test thrown out and 'somehow' the phone records that showed he was on the phone got misplaced. The charges were dropped to vehicular assault as a result. He was sentenced to five years and served one and a half with good behavior because the prison needed to free up space for worse offenders."

Harry understood. It was an eventuality his professors had told him more than once to expect if he ever decided to be a prosecutor, and one he should hope for as a defender. "I can help you, Marci. Just like I can help the people of Hell's Kitchen. What do you say?"

Knowing looking him in the eyes wouldn't really work, Marci touched the blind man's face. "Make this right and I'll follow you to the gates of hell."

"Ashes to ashes, Marci, and dust to dust. Give me his name."

Harry and Elektra had left that night to track down the culprit. It wasn't hard as the man had made no effort to change his name or move far from the location he was listed under in the phone book. They'd descended on him at night, viciously shattered his legs and arms, and then they'd broken his back in five separate places. To this day the man couldn't make it out of bed on his own and required expensive around the clock care that was slowly but surely leaving him destitute.

They'd brought Marci down to see him in the hospital and she'd been all smiles ever since seeing the bastard confined to a full body cast. It was safe to say the blonde appreciated the couple's more drastic measures of justice and she took an unholy delight in periodically taking trips back to see the man's continued suffering.

***Flashback End***

Present Day

Decorating the office only took a couple of hours, and most of that was because the girls kept thinking the pictures weren't hanging straight on the walls, but eventually they finished and gave each other another bout of congratulations before going on their way. The core group agreed that they'd be back in the morning to start setting up operations for contact lists and began steps to get their names out into the community.

They left their cards with cop friends they'd grown up with in the old neighborhood and they stopped into all the local businesses and informed them that their office was always excited to represent them for anything they thought might need a lawyer's eye. Marci, meanwhile, met with several different old folks' homes and VA offices and left cards to offer her help in inheritance law, wills, and matters of financial management.

It took a couple of weeks but soon enough they had a few clients that wanted them on retainer and one of the first was Foggy's family. They'd been just as leery of him pursuing a law career as he often joked in his stories, but all the same they were more than willing to have him take over the legal aspects of their business as well. It turned out some of their suppliers were fleecing them through exclusivity contracts and overpriced goods, so one of their first cases became a roaring success that had several others coming to them for help.

But the office wasn't the extent of their 'business'. Harry and Elektra spent their nights in masks and dark clothing, stalking the rooftops of Hell's Kitchen and looking for trouble. After three weeks they'd stopped five attempted rapes, ten muggings, and two human trafficking operations. Alone it would likely have taken the blind man weeks more, but with a partner nearly as skilled as himself they were carving a path of righteous justice through the murky underbelly of their home at a staggering rate.

An aspect made even more efficient by their new tools. Lily had come through on her promise of help, and the magical weapons she'd provided had been a dream come true. Harry had been gifted escrima sticks that could combine and expand into a staff and straight up morph into several other weapon varieties while also serving as a grappling hook when applied with the proper amount of magic. Elektra had a pair of sai that were charmed to be unbreakable, cut through pretty much everything, and gave off a sonic attack when clanged together.

Everything was going swimmingly until their first brush with someone as unusual as themselves. Harry and Elektra had gone out on their usual patrol route, parkouring across the rooftops with him leading, following his ears for sounds of unrest. That night though… he heard something he couldn't rightly explain. Two heartbeats. One beating erratically enough to send an average person into conniptions, except the beat didn't match the breath exhalation. It was as if what was happening inside was not reflected on the outside. With that much clear stress such an action should have been physically impossible. It sounded like trouble to him.

Leading his lover to the nearest roof adjacent to those heartbeats he asked, "What do you see, Elektra?"

The woman, hair tied back in a tight ponytail and a silk scarf wrapped around her lower face, gazed down and said, "A woman and a man walking down the street arm in arm."

"The woman is on the left, I believe. How does she look?"

Elektra pulled a spyglass from one of her expanded pockets (courtesy of Lily) and looked closer. "Her face is… odd."

"How so?"

"She has one of the fakest smiles I've ever seen and her eyes are moving around like she's having a seizure. The man beside her, his eyes are… purple? What the hell?"

"Her heartbeat speaks to that state as well. Do you think we should intervene?"

"It couldn't hurt. At the very least we should ensure that the lady isn't in the midst of some kind of mental episode."

And so they hopped over to the neighboring roof and followed the strange duo until they reached an empty stretch of street before Harry teleported them down and pulled their targets into a nearby alley.

Normally folks were freaked out at such actions, but in this case the man pressed to the wall beneath Harry's fisted handful of shirt seemed amused. "Oh my," His voice was english and full of smug confidence, "a pair of masked heroes? Now isn't that nostalgic. Release me please."

At once Harry felt the equivalent of a mental sledgehammer trying to break through his mind, to make him do as directed, but years spent under Stick's stringent tutelage had left him with a mind of steel and defenses to match. So while the man stared on with shock Harry pulled one of his escrima sticks free and willed it into a knife that he pressed against the man's neck. "Don't try that again." The woman's heartbeat made a lot of sense now. "You're controlling her too aren't you?"

Suddenly frantic, the man looked at Elektra and demanded, "Kill him!"

Now, while Harry's mind was a virtual fortress of sheer willpower, Elektra's was used to hearing voices… and listening to them. The vigilante drew her sai and made to attack her man, but Harry had realized what was coming the moment the words had left his captive's mouth and he moved swiftly, pulling the stranger around. Everything happened in the space of a second and in that second the stranger found himself with a new hole in his back. He sucked in a pained breath and tried to look at the girl he'd been with, likely to give her an order to engage, but there was no way Harry was giving him that chance. His knife slicing through the bastard's windpipe solved any issues that remained.

The moment the light left the purple man's eyes Elektra shivered in place and cast her lover with a look of pure apology as she shoved the body to the ground. "I couldn't help myself."

"I know." He pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back. "I felt it too." Stick had warned him there were some interesting people out in the world, but he never could have imagined this was what he'd meant.

Their moment was broken up by a hideous crunching sound behind them and they swiftly turned to find the woman they'd come to save smashing her foot through the corpse's skull over and over again as tears fell in thick streams down her face; all the while her lips uttered a pained cry of "Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"

She only stopped when Elektra wrapped her arms around her and pulled her back to offer comfort. Meanwhile Harry waved his hand and willed the body to become encapsulated in flame. Together they watched (or listened in Harry's case) it burn as the vigilante recited his much used mantra, "Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust."

Elektra held the sobbing woman close and asked, "Ms? Ms, can you tell me your name?"

"J-J-Jessica. J-Jessica Jones."

"Well Jessica, you're safe now. It's over."

"H-He made me do s-so many h-horrible things!"

"We'll help you with that." Elektra promised. She could only imagine what this poor woman had gone through. Looking back at her man she whispered low enough for only him to hear, "We can't leave her alone like this. The police won't know how to handle her."

Harry thought about it for a moment and nodded. Elektra, as often tended to be the case, was right. This was no ordinary woman by any means. He'd heard the concrete crack beneath those stomps just the same as the skull. She needed specialized care and god willing he would provide it.