The sun was setting over the New York, Matt couldn't see it but he could feel the change in air temperature, like a duvet being slowly pulled off him, he was sitting at his desk in Nelson and Murdock 'reading' over a passage from the Daily Bugle, running his hands over the ink he could feel the minute depressions in the paper, it read "Daredevil Lawyer pictured with Luke Cage. Proof?!" Matt scoffed at he paper, this had been another in a series of articles attempting to out him as Daredevil, although there was never any concrete evidence his secret identity was quickly becoming Hell's Kitchen's worst kept secret, second only to what Josie's Bar put in their pork pies.
Without turning his head, Matt reached out to his right and grasped his white cane, he'd been working too hard recently, both in the courtroom and in the spandex, even Foggy agreed he needed a vacation someplace bright and away from the barrage to the senses that was New York City. Heading out onto the street Matt tapped his cane along the floor as he made his way back towards his apartment, most people instinctively got out of his way assuming the blind man needed all the space he could get so as not to collide with everything in his path, that wasn't further from the truth. Matt could smell the cologne of the wealthy business exec who angrily strode down the path yelling to his PA about how the 'merger had gone south', he could hear two voices, one sounding rusty and hoarse, the other young and optimistic coming from a flat below, the older voice imparting stories from 'his day' to the younger. Matt protected all of these people, he heard every voice, every heartbeat and he lived to make sure that they all were free from injustice and pain.
However there was one noise that Matt didn't want to hear, the loud clunking of servos, the sound of metal sliding against metal and the warbling voice of Wilbur Day. Wilbur Day was less of a mad scientist and moreso a mad engineer, he had created a sit with huge telescopic legs and gone by the moniker Stilt Man, Matt always felt comforted that there was someone with a worse name than him. Before Matt even arrived at the block where Wilbur's voice was emanating from he was already in costume and bounding across the rooftops.
Matt's body contorted and twisted as he darted between various obstacles, bouncing off of an air conditioner unit onto the top of a watertower, although he had lost his sight he now had a form of 'radar sense', this allowed him to have great spatial awareness giving him almost a form of omnidirectional sight in which he was able to work out shapes and depth, the only issue he had was with distinguishing colour. Matt peered over the edge of the water tower only to see Day ascending rapidly towards him in his hydraulically powered suit, in it's grasps was a bag filled with hundred dollar bills, Matt would have expected a man who could build a suit of power armour to have moved beyond petty theft by now but this was the man who had named himself after a piece of circus equipment.
Before Matt could even react Day was bounding through the streets away from Daredevil, crushing cars and destroying lamposts in his wake. Matt gave the thief chase through the streets staying on the offence constantly harassing the criminal with everything he had yet the suit was impervious to his attacks, the suit was too strong to simply punch and his billy club merely ricocheted off the suit as if it were made of rubber. Reaching an industrial district Matt was hit with a pungent odour emanating from a nearby silo, moreover he could hear a faint creaking coming from one of the silo's supports. As Day dashed past the Silo thinking he had escaped Murdock, Matt tossed his club at the silo's support as hard as he could, the silo collapsed onto the fleeing thief, his suit coated in chemical waste.
Within ten minutes the police had arrived and Day was off to the station without his prize money. Matt would have felt bad about destroying part of a factory if he didn't know that the entire estate was a front for Fisk's drug operations. With the police gone Matt aimed his grappling hook skyward once more however he hesitated when he heard three heartbeats nearby and a strong scent of mint and...duck?
Without turning his head, Matt reached out to his right and grasped his white cane, he'd been working too hard recently, both in the courtroom and in the spandex, even Foggy agreed he needed a vacation someplace bright and away from the barrage to the senses that was New York City. Heading out onto the street Matt tapped his cane along the floor as he made his way back towards his apartment, most people instinctively got out of his way assuming the blind man needed all the space he could get so as not to collide with everything in his path, that wasn't further from the truth. Matt could smell the cologne of the wealthy business exec who angrily strode down the path yelling to his PA about how the 'merger had gone south', he could hear two voices, one sounding rusty and hoarse, the other young and optimistic coming from a flat below, the older voice imparting stories from 'his day' to the younger. Matt protected all of these people, he heard every voice, every heartbeat and he lived to make sure that they all were free from injustice and pain.
However there was one noise that Matt didn't want to hear, the loud clunking of servos, the sound of metal sliding against metal and the warbling voice of Wilbur Day. Wilbur Day was less of a mad scientist and moreso a mad engineer, he had created a sit with huge telescopic legs and gone by the moniker Stilt Man, Matt always felt comforted that there was someone with a worse name than him. Before Matt even arrived at the block where Wilbur's voice was emanating from he was already in costume and bounding across the rooftops.
Matt's body contorted and twisted as he darted between various obstacles, bouncing off of an air conditioner unit onto the top of a watertower, although he had lost his sight he now had a form of 'radar sense', this allowed him to have great spatial awareness giving him almost a form of omnidirectional sight in which he was able to work out shapes and depth, the only issue he had was with distinguishing colour. Matt peered over the edge of the water tower only to see Day ascending rapidly towards him in his hydraulically powered suit, in it's grasps was a bag filled with hundred dollar bills, Matt would have expected a man who could build a suit of power armour to have moved beyond petty theft by now but this was the man who had named himself after a piece of circus equipment.
Before Matt could even react Day was bounding through the streets away from Daredevil, crushing cars and destroying lamposts in his wake. Matt gave the thief chase through the streets staying on the offence constantly harassing the criminal with everything he had yet the suit was impervious to his attacks, the suit was too strong to simply punch and his billy club merely ricocheted off the suit as if it were made of rubber. Reaching an industrial district Matt was hit with a pungent odour emanating from a nearby silo, moreover he could hear a faint creaking coming from one of the silo's supports. As Day dashed past the Silo thinking he had escaped Murdock, Matt tossed his club at the silo's support as hard as he could, the silo collapsed onto the fleeing thief, his suit coated in chemical waste.
Within ten minutes the police had arrived and Day was off to the station without his prize money. Matt would have felt bad about destroying part of a factory if he didn't know that the entire estate was a front for Fisk's drug operations. With the police gone Matt aimed his grappling hook skyward once more however he hesitated when he heard three heartbeats nearby and a strong scent of mint and...duck?
