Chapter 8: Devils Reign ll
"-Makes alot of sense, ay-ay OldBoy
Makes alot of sense, nah
It makes alot of sense, slime
I could hit it, I could whip it
I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherfucker
And you know me, bitch, I just bought another .30 burner (.30 burner)
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (whippin' hard)
It make sense, I'm not alright, bitch, I'll put you under
Ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make them tweak, like damn
Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)-"
Bane lightly hummed one of his new favorite songs as he trailed through New York's dangerous bureau's unimpeded with no fear. Eventually entering the hoods, even then he walked through the hood untouched.
Eventually Daredevil gave up, he had alot of things to get to and he couldn't follow a suspicious person ALL night, he was needed elsewhere. And so he reluctantly left, swearing to look it to the mysterious person at a later time.
"Finally." Bane says under his breath as he whips his headphones off.
——
Amongst a crime scene some two weeks later. Cop car sirens flash as tape and press line the boundaries.
Many police officers walk around doing whatever it is they do.
"Gut didn't get a good look at the perp. Happened fast. Dark." A burly cop says as he gets back from interviewing the victim.
"Like he'd tell us"—he rubbed his hand over his stubble—"if he did see something." He continues on.
"Well…he apparently heard him, and apparently that enough to be identifiable." His partner says as she signs at the ridiculous statement. As if someone breathing would be so distinct you could instantly recognize it.
"…..well thats that. Lets wrap it up and get back to the station." The burly cop says hurriedly, as if terrified by his partners news.
His partner looks confused at the sudden change, "What?"
"Look, my advice? Pretend you didn't hear that. 'He' has gung ho on anybody with that description: You wont catch this guy." He responds to his younger charge.
"I don't see what"-she tossed a braid over
her shoulder-"the big deal is."
"We're short staffed as is, go ahead and put someone with that description out. Watch what 'He' does to you to get your information." He says to the young female.
"And besides, the guy was Tony 'Fart-Smeller' McChuckster. The streets are better with this guy of the streets. Lucky some of his crew survived to tell the tale though" - He goes into deep thought and says quietly - "real lucky."
——
He had searched far and wide for the man in the lucha mask. Everywhere was a dead end.
'How could I be so stupid?!' Matt says as he dresses in his costume. He chastised himself for not continuing with his trailing of the mysterious man.
'In just two weeks he went from being a nobody to a highly wanted man by fisk? How? What did he do?' Matt recounts on information he gained from recent interrogations of numerous moderately important members of Fisk's lower circles.
Apparently, Fisk put out a hefty $15,000,000 USD hit on a relatively mysterious figure. A huge man wearing a lucha mask, modified respirator, large brown fur coat, and combat gear. Exactly the description of the person he tailed two weeks ago.
Matt ponders as he leisurely hops across building tops while blind, 'I should've done more. Now there'll be chaos on collecting his head.'
The night was young and Matt had just gotten dressed, time to try and find this guy….again.
———
The night was all intents and purposes was a typical night. I had saved a number of people, whether a burning building, mugging or attempted murder and busted up a few illegal arms trades.
Once again…I found no trace of the guy. My frustration took me here, chasing a known drug dealer, Turk Barrett.
"Stop Turk!" Daredevil yelled at him as he fled behind trash cans.
"Nah! Hell Nah!" Turk panted out as he threw anything and everything he could at his pursuer. "Not today man, I gotta make a living!"
"Dont make this harder than it has to be, just tell me your supplier." Daredevil says as in a impressive bout of athleticism, flips over the pile up and lands on his feat without losing any speed.
Before he could even stutter in shock, he was hit by one of Daredevil's baton, knocking him to the dirty, alley ground.
Daredevil hops on his chest, taking his collar into his hands. A punch lands on his face. "I need names Turk. What about the new guy, huh? The one they call 'Bane'?"
He's stunned from the sudden attack, "m-man, I aint got nothin' for you, go on somewhere." From his words another punch lands on his face, this time a little blood leaks from his nose.
"C'MON TURK, I NEED-...." Daredevil takes a moment to look around as his enhanced senses pick up mechanical breathing of some kind, heavy footsteps makes its way to the alley, he could hear as his coat flapped in the wind.
He casts a deep look at Turk, a look of grim understanding, "You played me…" he said, finally realizing why Turk's heart didn't beat as fast as it normally did when he encountered him times in the past.
"Ay man..I said I had to make a living." Turk says a little saddened at what he had to do, but pushes those down.
"You've made a serious mistake." Daredevil says with palpable anger in his voice, making Turk scared.
"Not as serious as yours…I fear." The voice of the man entered his ears, the smooth yet robot like voice and fearsome breathing made him seem very deadly, but he was not scared.
He saw as the man took off his coat, folded it neatly, and then layed it on some cardboard planks, showing his muscles to the world. Daredevil could not see them, but he could perceive the way his body was shaped and the hidden power of his unique structure.
"You are…Bane?" Daredevil says to the man. A named he had learned only a week ago.
The man simply rested his hands on his collar, "Lets not stand on ceremony here,….Mr. Murdock." He says smoothly with a hint of amusement layered in there. He watched as Daredevil's face took a startling look upon its self.
His face morphed to shock behind his mask, how could he tell? Simple. Based on his muscular structure controlling his face.
Bane once again says something smoothly, "Shall we dance?"
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