5569/Black Sky: One Way or Another

Black Sky: One Way or Another
Date of Scene:	16 October 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Kate lays a trap for Daredevil and Matt falls right into it. Plans are made, but who's Matt's mystery guest going to be?
Cast of Characters:	Daredevil, Hawkeye (Bishop)
Tinyplot:	Black Sky

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Daredevil has posed:
If Dardevil was a more pragmatic hero, say like the Punisher, he'd happily let the Neon Dragons and Lucky Hand Triad kill each other off. Though Daredevil wasn't one of those types of 'heroes', a life lost was a life lost, be it a kid caught in a crossfire or a seasoned Triad thug with a mile long rap sheet. They were all worth saving.

Though somedays it was hard to want to.

Today was one of those days as a Lucky Hand hit squad pulls up outside a Neon Dragon's gambling den in New York. Matt had read about the Dragons and the human trafficking operation in Gotham, if there were lives close to not being worth saving they were in that gambling parlor right now.

Daredevil sighs, then with a quick, prayer leaps down off the gambling parlor to land beside the Lucky Hand's SUV. A door opens, and a man is yanked out onto the street, a fist driven hard into his face. A second man raises his gun, Daredevil throws his baton without looking knocking the man out, the baton bouncing back into his out stretched hand.

The other men, scramble to get out of the van, their shouts alerting the people inside.

Things were about to get interesting.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate had been sitting on the same spot every night for the past three nights, hoping that she'd not only picked the right location, but that her suspicions would pan out. She'd carefully not intervened in several altercations until it was clear that the Devil of Hell's kitchen wasn't going to drop in and settle matters.

This evening, even, she had been about ready to give up hope and head home, when the action went down.

Of course tonight is her lucky night, and the man in the distinctive red costume has actually shown up, and entered the fray.

Kate carefully sets up her bow, and draws some arrows, hoping to use her vantage pont, but holding back from actually interfering for the moment, wanting to see the man at work.

Whether her suspicions were right or not, she'd heard about Daredevil, but never seen him in action. She was curious about the man who refused to kill - more now than ever after her encounter with Vision of the Avengers, and the strange turn of events there. A turn where she'd been forced ever since to consider her own words, and thoughts on what it meant to be better, to be human, and why killing was never the answer.

She nocks two arrows - just a simple shot - and readies herself for the best opportunity.

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil rolls under the SUV coming up on the otherside as the men step out trying to escape. One he punches in the back of the knee. He grabs a gun off another, swings it around to clock one of the other men in the face then throws it in the alley.

His head tilts towards the doors of the gambing den for a heartbeat then he picks up the pace. He ducks, dodges and weaves, between strikes until there's one man left. He staggers back raising his gun and firing, Dardevil, leaps at him, grabbing the gun twisting and pulling it from his hand. It's thrown down the alley too just as the doors the gambling den come out, and men in neon masks surge out. One taking a shot at the Lucky Hand Triad man infront of Dardevil.

The red clad hero, surges forward pushing the gangster out of the way, the bullet striking Daredevil on his back. He stumbles forward, then, with a growl. He flips through the air to hit the man who fired with a spin kick, then takes the fight with the guys in the masks indoors, brawling in close range.

After awhile the fighting quiets down, but two men break from the den and rush for the Lucky Hand's SUV trying to escape while Daredevil is busy inside.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
And that's where Kate steps in, takingn her time to size up the men and pick off the two who are fleeing with the single shot. It was really almost too easy. Not that she intended on getting cocky about it, but really, it was almost too easy.

Even as she releases the arrows, she's reaching back for another - one with a sharper, nearly spiked tip. Vehicles, she's noticed, run a lot less well when you blow out the tires. She can take care of that, too.

Daredevil has posed:
The men go down with shouts of surprise, gripping their stabbed bits. The tires burst quickly too.

As they pop, Daredevil steps from the gambling den, looking tired, and a bit battered, but still standing. Which is likely more than can be said for the guys inside. He walks to the alley, picks up the first gun he chucked there and breaks it down, yanking out the slide, throwing pieces in various directions and does the same to the second after that.

Then cocking his head again, he stalks towards the SUV and crouches by the tire, touching the shaft of the arrow lodged in it.

His head doesn't move but there's a sense that he's looking for the source of the arrow in the way he carries himself.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate waits until he's looking for her - has looked for a time - she's not sure if she's in or out of his range, or even if he has a range. Kate's really not sure what the deal is here, but if it's Matt, then Daredevil is blind, and uses.. something.. to sense his way through the world in an almost preturnatural fashion.

And when it's also clear no more are coming to attack, Kate lets out a long, low whistle, knowing it will carry to the man below and give him a direction to orient on.

Daredevil has posed:
The whistle has Dardevil turning his head in Kate's direction. He gives the men on the ground a final scan, none of them seem in danger of dying and distantly, he can hear sirens coming closer. Kate should be able to hear them in a minute or two.

Taking out his baton, he whipped the graple out and swung up to Kate's vantage point, the line snapping back to the baton when he lands.

Voice pitched low and heart beating quickly, Matt says, a casual "Thanks for your help. What's your name?"

The suit he wears is deep crimson topped with red horns and a chin dusted with stubble.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate, too, takes a final look at the scenario below, making sure there aren't any stragglers about to pop out, and once the sirens are within her hearing distance, she starts dismantling her bow.

"Me? Oh, you can call me Hawkeye."

The voice, she's certain is familiar, but she wants more to go on. Wants to be certain.

"And you. You're the Devil of Hell's kitchen."

Daredevil has posed:
The men all seem out cold. None of them are dead though. That much of the Devil's reputation seems to be true. He does not kill.

There's a smile across Daredevil's lips as he jibes, "Huh, always thought you were taller," he says. "And blonde."

That last was a bit of a fake out. He'd read the guy was blonde from his profile on the Avengers' home page but it was only a wild ass guess that Kate wasn't.

"And that's me even if I'm not in Hell's Kitchen right now," he says with a slightly wry twist of his lips. "Just hanging out or did I step on your bust?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Funny how rumours get spread like that," Kate laughs with a softly huffed, huh. "I am cuter, though. And much better with a bow. Plus you can take me to parties." Totally dissing Clint.

There's a nod from the woman as she moves away from the edge of the building. "We might not want to be in vision range. They might not look up when they find the arrows, but they might be that smart. Anyway, they'll be happy nobody is dead. Nice moves down there, though. And that grapple was pretty sweet. I didn't know you could do that with a baton."

When he says he's still Daredevil even though he's not in Hell's Kitchen, she laughs outright, albeit softly. "Nah, you didn't step on my bust, I'd been hanging about hoping for something to happen. And still you, huh? Funny. I thought you'd have more stubble, and a white cane. Though I guess that's not nearly as spiffy as that baton of yours, is it?"

Daredevil has posed:
Dardevil's expression remains mostly neutral, but he does offer a slight smile about being not being able to take the other Hawkeye to parties. "Must get that from Stark," he says.

Moving away from the edge Daredevil says, "Yeah, better we find another spot to talk, cops should be here any minute, they'll make sure this lot gets home safe." He spins the baton then, absolutely showing off. "And it's custom work, if you need a kit and costume guy, I can give you his address,"

If Daredevil is thrown by that last statement it doesn't show. He just smiles. "You lost me with the cane thing," he says managing to sound authentically confused. "I'm pretty sure I don't need one. Anyhow, if you want that address I can give it you and then we should be on our way before the cops come."

Not at evading at all. Nope.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate pouts just a little bit. "You don't like my costume? Fine. I'll take the address, but I better get a discount for this."

She begins to walk towards the other side of the roof.

"Huh, lost you on the cane thing, huh? See, I'd have thought you'd have gotten the joke. You know, comparing me to the other Hawkeye. Me comparing you to.. well.."

She shrugs, and smiles smugly. "But then again, I guess if you're not him, then you won't care that I know where Genus is. Ta!"

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil chuclkes tilting his head. "Not saying there's anything wrong with the costume, just well, a leotard may not be tatically sound. My guy can at least make you one that's slash proof and fancy batons."

He remains silent about the discount, but he does give an address in Hell's Kitchen, and tells her, "Say Red sent you. He'll know who you mean."

That was that, Daredevil was ready to part ways when she drops that name: Genus.

"Who?" he calls, knowing that's not going to be enough to keep her on the line. Still he seems too interested for it to be just casual curiosity.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Red, huh? Wow, inventive name. Pretty sure if you say Purple sent you to the bow shop they'll look at you funny. I should try that, though. Might be worth it."

She grins to herself, then shakes her head. Back on task, Katey girl. Back on task.

"Oh, who? Genus? Oh, a nobody. Actually it wasn't really great news anyway." She lies like it's her mother tongue. Oh, he can detect it, alright, but it's professional quality control. There is absolutely no shame or guilt to her lying at all. "I wouldn't worry about it. I mean, duh, why would you be interested anyway?"

Daredevil has posed:
Dardevil grins. "Well it was either that or Mike," he says chuckling softly. "And you should definitely give that a try Purple."

He knows Kate is lying, she has the info he's looking for. Just how to get it out of her without giving up his ID. The answer was easy enough, trust to Kate's goodness, head home and let her bring the info to Matt with all the attendent needling.

Still, where was the fun in that?

"Sounds like he needs help," Daredevil says. "If you could use some back up?" he offers.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Me? Backup?" She smirks. She knows she's got him itching to find out what she knows. The question is how to play it. "Not really sure it's the sort of thing a person needs backup for, you know?"

Once at the other side of the roof, she gauages the distance between the two buildings, and finding it passable, jumps from one roof to the next, expecting him to follow.

"See, that's funny. I would never have pictured you as a Mike. Except you wouldn't believe the things you find out when you go looking into someone's past. Coming?"

She calls the invitation over her shoulder, waiting for him on the other roof.

"Turns out, that if you know what you're looking for, you can find information on just about every court case there has been in New York since the beginning of time. No photographs, mind you, but some really nice court drawings. And lots of great media pictures outside the courtroom afterwards. It took me a bit to piece it together."

Daredevil has posed:
"Yeah?" Daredevil asks, following her along the roof until she reachs the ledge.

That was the real moment of truth, not because he was afraid she wouldn't clear it, but if he jumped across his interest in what she had to say was more than just casual.

He hesitates, but only briefly. the sensible plan of heading back to his appartment to wait cast aside as he jumps to the other roof, throwing a flip in mid way just because he can.

"Alright," Daredevil says. "So where are you going with this?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Me?" Kate stands on the edge of the other roof, knowing this is it. He either crosses that river and joins her on the other side, or he's never going to admit who he is. She's sure now it's him. But that's not the point. The point is getting him to admit it.

"Where am I going with this? Oh! Right.. So, it turns out you can read /every/ case a lawyer handles. All of them."

"You're a funny man, you know. I mean that in the most sincere of ways. It's dry humour though, right? Like you're saying one thing and meaning another. I like that. I mean, I really like that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not all about that hoity toity business in the society pages, but I like a challenge."

She grins at him over the rooftop gap, crossing her arms over her chest, unstrong bow tucked into the crook of her elbow.

"Now what else is in those court records? Everybody's full names. Did you know that? Can you imagine? Like seriously, talk about identity theft heaven. No worries, I'm not that kind of girl, but you should check it out."

And now her eyes glint with utter amusement. "Where was I? Oh, yeah. Where am I going with this. Funny you should mention asking for Michael. You slipped there. Matthew. Michael. Murdock. Esq."

"Oh, by the way, since you're no longer interested in Genus, do expect my bill."

Daredevil has posed:
Once he jumps Matt knows the game is likely up but he keeps things going once he lands.

"Is that so?" Matt asks about reading the cases. When she moves on to his humour, he smiles, "Pretty good assessement for knowing me for what? Five minutes?"

He knows she has something when she draw it out like she does, leaving him on tenterhooks until she drops her final bomb. She really should be a lawyer.

Still he keeps things going a little longer, "Michael's a common name," he says. "And isn't that Murdock guy blind? Hard to fight crime you can't see."

Then with a chuckle he gives in, "Well I guess I win something tonight," he says before giving a wave. "Hi Kate."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate laughs when he finally gives up the pretenses and admits what they both knew she already knew.

"You're a class A jerk, you know? But that was actually kind of fun. Seriously, it took me a bit to put it all together, I just needed that extra wee nudge in the end. Then *boom* it all fell into place."

The laugh is still in her voice. "Hi Matt. And I do actually know where Genus is. It's not actually dire straights. But we still might want to get on that sooner than later. And just what is wrong with my outfit? It's cute. And figure flattering. And easy to work in." In a smaller voice, "And purple."

That last just a tiny bit petulant.

Daredevil has posed:
"I've heard it said," Matt admits of being a Class A jerk, he's smiling though. "And who gave the nudge? Claire or Jess?" Both had motive and opportunity. He guessed Claire was more likely since last time he saw Jess she was pretty pissed at her profanity free competition.

"I know," he says about her knowing where Genus is, smirking a little at the admission, clearly he had secrets Kate had yet to discover. He cocks his head then, when she talks about her costume. "Nothing," he says seeming to consider the costume. "I can tell it's form fitting, I can assume the cute, but no clue about the purple."

He waves a hand in front of his face. "Actually blind," he informs her.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"So. Weird." Kate exclaims. "I mean, I know you're blind but how do you do all the rest of that anyway? Some sort of superpower? Hidden mutant? Don't worry, I'm not one of those indexing sorts. I can see how you've gotten away with it this long, though. Totally impressed."

She peers down at her uniform. "Definitely purple," she says with a sigh. "And it didn't do what it was supposed to anyway. Maybe I should change my look. Something updated and spiffy looking towards the future."

When he asks about the nudge, she chuckles, "Never give up your sources. First rule of PI business. Such a funny man. And just what did you mean you won something tonight? I think I won. I figured out who you were. You didn't think I could."

Daredevil has posed:
There's a bit of ease to having all of this in the open. Though it doesn't mean Matt's still not going to make Kate work for answers. "You did the research on me, what do you think happened?" he asks her.

The accident that took Matt's eyes was a matter of public record. There was even a clipping of the add about 'Hero Boy Loses Sight' on the wall at Nelson and Murdock, it told the city how he'd pushed a man out of the way to save him only to lose his sight to a chemical spill when the truck crashed. What was in the truck is harder to find, Stockgen's lawyers burried that under a flurry of lawsuits.

"Oh, what were you hoping for?" Matt asks about Kate's costume.

"I thought that rule was for reporters," Matt teases Kate about sources. "And you said you weren't going to take payment, I'm pretty sure you mentioned something about your bill."

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"The bill was for when you weren't who you are. I figured it might edge you over to admitting the truth." Kate shrugs with a grin, and finds herself a perch to sit. "I mean, if you didn't care about Genus, then I wasn't doing this all for free."

She'd read about the accident. It came up along with his father's death, and St. Agnes - where, she found, oddly enough, one lone picture of him, and that friend of his. The girl had looked lonely and angry. And young.

"Reporters. Journallists. PI's, and Madames. So it was that accident that did it? Something in the chemicals, huh? Wow. Talk about double-edged sword. And what it was supposed to do doesn't matter. We're not talking a science experiement where you can learn something from the failure."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt sits down beside her on the edge of a building, an alley yawning below them. "Good strategy," he says with a nod, "So this mean you're still not taking my money?"

There's a nod for her deduction. "Yeah, that's what did it, and yeah, it was a one off a freak accident. The company that made the stuff, Stockgen, they never learned what it did to me, so as far as they knew it was just a bunch of chemicals that blinded me."

It was a good thing too. At the tournament, he learned that Shredder was none other than Oroku Saki, the owner of Stockgen and the last thing he wanted to hand that monster was the key to giving people powers.

"And Genus? He's okay?" he asks. He knew she'd been telling the truth when she said he was earlier, but now that the games were done he wanted to be sure of what that meant and how much time they had to get him.

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
Kate looks out over the city that she loves and revels in the (for now) silence of it.

"You should have sued them." Nodding as she continues, "Yeah. Genus is okay. I got a note passed to me. He's living in the under tunnels to the subway system. There's a whole homeless community there. And it's totally video and security feed free. Says we can meet him there Friday night."

Daredevil has posed:
For Matt the city is never really silent, it has a music to it. Sirens, voices, the sound of cars, the subway running underneath it, giving the city a fingerprint in his senses as unique as any person's.

He smiles. He loves this city with a passion he's held for only one other thing in his life, one other person.

And she's gone...

The traitorous thought is cast aside. He'll dwell on it when he gets home. For now though in the suit, with company he can keep it at bay.

"It's great isn't it?" he says of the city before she brings up suing Stockgen. "I was eight," he says with a laugh. "And my Dad got dazzled by their lawyers, took a settlement that helped with our bills and left us with a bit extra. Nowhere near what he could have got with a decent lawyer, but he won his battles with his fists not the law."

It wasn't explicit in his words, but there's little doubt the incident was the first step on the road to becoming a lawyer.

"Huh, that explains why he's been off SHIELD's radar. Clever. And friday? Okay. Where's the meet?"

Hawkeye (Bishop) has posed:
"Oh no you don't. I meet you Friday and take you where we're going. You're not doing this alone." Not to mention, the denizens trusted her. They wouldn't just let Matt in any of his guises just waltz on down into the tunnels. "Just after sundown."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt chuckles. "You don't trust me?" he asks knowing the answer. "Fine, Friday, Sundown, might bring another friend with me, for backup. I'm sure you'll get along great."

The way he smiles says othewrwise.

"Should be a fun time."