[center][img]http://s29.postimg.org/6xz582dif/RTJDanny_copy.png[/img][/center]

[center][i]"Me and this woman made love in Kemet,
Fell to the Earth, lost each other, died and we came back sister and brother."[/i] - Killer Mike[/center]

[b]Manhattan[/b]

The door to Danny Rand’s apartment swung open and he stepped through it with a sigh. He loosened his bowtie and discarded it on a table by the entrance. One long night of schmoozing at a benefit dinner had taken it out of Danny more than eighteen months trapped in the Eighth City had ever done. At least there the people trying to knife him were upfront about it. Nonetheless Jeryn and Wesley seemed pleased with Danny’s performance and hopeful that all the working the room might pay off for Rand Industries down the line. With that out of the way all Rand wanted to do was put his head down and try to get some sleep. It would prove hard with the screams still ringing in his ears but with his limbs so weary he could barely lift them he figured he could manage it.

At least until he felt the presence behind him. The door slammed shut and a pair of vice-like hands clamped around Danny’s hands and forced him to the ground. He attempted to pry his hands free with no success but stopped struggling upon seeing his assailant’s face. 

It was Misty Knight. 

“Danny.”

Her stare was icy cold, lacking the warmth that Danny had become accustomed to, but he smiled back at her all the same.

“Misty.”

Knight sneered at Rand from on top of him. “You want to tell me where the hell you’ve been?”

Even if he [i]did[/i] want to talk about what had happened over the past year and a half Danny wasn’t sure where he’d even begin. He’d seen the way people’s eyes glossed over when he talked about K’un-L’un and the other Six Cities of Heaven. In truth he didn’t blame them. He’d rather keep his cards close to his chest than have to explain that he’d literally been to Hell and back. That he was a changed man as a result.

“It’s a long story.”

“I bet it is,” Misty said with a discontented look. She gave Danny’s neck a sniff and wrinkled her nose up with disapproval. “Is that smoke I smell? Since when did you take up smoking?”

He’d spent most of his night downwind of Diane Gërdec. Slightly easier to explain but all the same Rand couldn’t quite bring himself to tell the love of his life that his company was near the point of collapse and that he spent his night shilling for favour from an near-eighty year old woman.

Instead he opted for smiling disarmingly and shrugging his shoulders as little as he could beneath Misty’s grip. “That’s a long story too.”

Again Knight looked unconvinced but she rolled free from atop of Danny and climbed to her feet. He watched as she sauntered towards his bedroom without so much as a look back at him.

“There was a time I’d never have been able to sneak up on you.”

“I haven’t slept in eighteen months,” Danny chuckled as he climbed to his feet. “Give me a break.”

Rand followed Knight into his bedroom and shut the door behind him with a click. He watched as Misty reached for the zipper of her red jumpsuit and unzipped it agonizingly slowly with a smirk.

“Oh, I’m going to give you [i]much[/i] more than that, Danny Rand.”