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Matt should have known that helping The Avengers would end poorly. Only half an hour earlier matt had been patrolling when the avengers had approached. Apparently, there were people dealing alien weapons in Hell's Kitchen. He should have known that getting involved with The Avengers would have landed him here. But where was here. He tried to reach out with his senses but was stopped by the smell of blood. That's when he felt the stabbing pain in his side. And his leg. And his shoulder. Gunshot wounds. He tried to get out of the dumpster that he was currently laying down in, but pain radiated through his body at the attempt. Thats when he heard a soft buzzing and a voice. “I'm at the source” a voice said. They were male. Probably in their mid-twenties. He was wearing spandex and had a belt filled with things that his brain was too unfocused to identify. “Oracle I don't see anything here. Are you sure that you-” the man paused mid speech. “Found something” the guy said. Thats when he realized that the man was looking at him. ” You okay?” the guy asked. Matt tried to tell him that he was fine. He just had to call Claire but all that came out was a groan. “I got a masked guy here” the guy said. “Three gunshot wounds, dressed like a devil” a pause “Ill take him to my place” the guy said. He then reached to pick matt up. Matt tried to fight but the pain was too agonizing. The man lifted him out of the dumpster, and he felt himself be placed in a car before losing his battle to stay conscious.

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Dick was in the car driving towards his apartment. He knew that it was probably not the best idea to bring a random guy that he found in a dumpster with bullet wounds who was dressed as the devil to his own home, but Dick was curious. He parked his car in his assigned spot and double checked to make sure that there was nobody else nearby before picking up the unconscious person and carrying them inside. He set them down on the couch before going to the bathroom to get a first aid kit. He knelt beside the man and began to tend to the man's injuries. After he was finished, he left to shower quickly and when he got back, the man was gone.

Matt woke up in an unfamiliar place. He could smell rubbing alcohol and blood. He could hear water running. a heartbeat. He could tell that he had been stitched up. He couldn't stay here. He didn't know if the stranger had seen his face or not, but he wasn't taking any chances. He grabbed his suit from where it was neatly folded on a table and then went through the window and down the fire escape into an alleyway. He listened to make sure that there were no security cameras before taking off his mask. He then reached out with his senses. He could smell blood, garbage, and gunpowder. He could hear screams and cries for help. He could hear footsteps on a rooftop. Shit. The footsteps were right above him. He turned and ran. Staying in the shadows and he was glad he did so because moments after he left a man landed in the alleyway that he had just been in.

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Tim was standing in an alleyway. Not because he wanted to but because Dick had decided to bring a random guy back to his apartment and stitch him up instead of dropping him off at a hospital. And now that random guy had run away. “Anything” Dick asked him as he ran over to him. “Nothing, you?” Dick shook his head. “What made you think that it was a good idea to bring that guy back to your own home?” Tim asked him. “Because I know a vigilante when I see one”. They were both silent for a moment. "Lets not tell Bruce about this" Tim Said. "Agreed"

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Matt was walking down a sidewalk. It was crowded but not as crowded as the ones in New York. He was thinking about his priorities. He needed to get food, water and shelter. He needed to figure out how to get home. He also needed money. He knew where he was. He had heard someone say that they were in Gotham City. A city that Matt was positive didn't exist but the people he asked hadn't been lying when they said that he was in Gotham, so he was inclined to believe that he was in fact in a non-existent, yet existent place called Gotham. His thoughts were interrupted by a smell. Bacon. Good bacon. He could hear voices. Someone speaking. “Hi! Welcome to the homeless shelter” he paused. Technically he wasn't homeless, but he had no idea where he was and no resources so technically. god forgive me. He followed the voices to the building. He double checked before entering the building. There was a woman at the desk. In her late teens. She smelled vaguely of blood, and he could tell that her ribs were bruised. “Hi how can I help you?” she asked. Her voice was so genuine that it caught Matt off guard. “I'm just looking for a place to stay” he told her “Sure” she said. She explained all the rules. When she finished, she spoke. “Sorry I forgot to introduce myself” she said “My name is Stephanie. What's yours?” “Mike” Matt replied. “It's a pleasure to meet you Mike” she said “you too” Matt replied.

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Stephanie was looking for Mike. Not because she was curious as to how a guy who was probably blind was able to walk without a cane but because it was dinner. She saw him sitting on the bed, cross legged. “Mike” she said. He didn’t respond. She went over and gently tapped him on the shoulder. Mike jumped, grabbing the collar of her shirt with one hand and his other hand drawn back in a fist. His head tilted slightly, and he released her shirt. “sorry” he said. “Thats okay” Stephanie replied. “Dinner is ready”
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Matt lay awake in the bed. He listened carefully, waiting for everyone to be asleep before sneaking out the window. He needed to find out more about where he was and how to get home. He changed into his suit in a nearby alleyway before stashing his backpack and scrambling up the fire escape. This place was nothing like HeKl's kitchen. The smell, the sounds, everything was different. His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps. A heartbeat. They were young. Probably sixteen or seventeen. “Hey Devil-guy" he said. The person sat down beside him. “How are the gunshot wounds doing” he asked. “Fine” Matt said in his devil voice. The guy continued. “Usually, people don't go out after being shot multiple times. I mean Bat Man makes me stay home if I get so much as stabbed” he continued. “Good for you” Matt said. He could smell the guy's breath. It smelled like coffee. A lot of coffee. “Not much of a talker, eh?” he asked. Matt didn't reply. “Got something i can call you?” he asked. “Daredevil” matt replied. Matt then jumped off the roof and ran away leaving a very confused Red Robin on the rooftop that he had just been on.

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Tim was eating breakfast. Waffles, courtesy of Alfred. “Hey” Dick said as he entered the room “monin” Tim said through his full mouth. He did that just to annoy Dick. It worked because he let out an exasperated sigh. “Anything on Devil-Guy?” He asked. Tim swallowed his bite. “Says his name is Daredevil” Tim told him. “Didn’t get much out of him before he jumped off the roof. He’s not much of a talker” Tim explained. That was when Stephanie came downstairs. “Good morning idiots” she said. “Did you hear about the new vigilante running around” she asked them. “Daredevil” Tim told her. “Daredevil?” She repeated. “Had a little run in with him last night” Tim explained. “Any idea where he came from?” she asked. “Hell?” Tim suggested.

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Matt realized that there wasn't much he could do. He didn't have a job, he couldn't go to one of those cafes with computers to research where he was since he was blind, he also couldn't go to the library for that same reason. He could go job hunting but the tiny problem with that was that he wouldn't be able to read the jobs in the newspaper. Matt was sitting on a rooftop. In civilian clothes. He heard footsteps. ‘Why do people keep coming up to me on rooftops?’ Matt thought. (Because the writer is too lazy to be original) “you're on my rooftop” the voice said. The voice was altered as if they were wearing a helmet. It messed with his senses. “Do you have legal documents stating that you are in fact the owner of this rooftop?” matt asked him. The guy scoffed. “Smart ass” he said. The guy at down next to him. He smelled like gunpowder and blood. “You a lawyer?” he asked. “I plead the fifth” Matt replied. They sat in silence for a bit. “Nice view?” Matt asked. “It helps me calm down and it makes me less likely to throw my siblings through a wall” he said. “What about you” he asked. Matt turned toward him and motioned to his eyes. “it's wonderful” he said. The guy was just silent for a moment and then he laughed. Matt laughed too. They continued to just sit there for a bit until matt heard a scream. “I gotta go” the guy said as he stood. “Pleasure to meet you Mr.?” “Mike” he said. “Just Mike” “Red Hood” the guy replied, and then he shot something towards a building and left

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It only took a week for Bruce to find out about Daredevil. Batman and Robin were taking down a human trafficking ring when they met him. Robin was the first to notice. The goons were disappearing into the dark. After five men disappeared one of the goons called out. “There's another bat!”. Thats when the person revealed themselves. They wore red body armor and a matching red cowl with horns on top. Like a devil. The devil threw a red stick at one of the goons, breaking their nose. Another goon came up from behind with a bat, but the devil caught it mid swing, turned around and kneed him in the groin. The way that the devil fought was mesmerizing. It was a mix of multiple different martial arts and boxing. They fought using a mix of skill and rage. You could tell that the devil was well trained. Once all the men were down the devil went over to the shipping crate that held the people being trafficked. The devil knelt so that they were eye level with the combination lock and then turned it. Then he turned it again. And then again. The lock sprang open, and the people began to come out. Batman was giving them instructions to get to the police station while the devil went into the container. They came out a moment later holding a small girl. The girl had her head buried into the devil's shoulder and the devil handed the girl over to one of the men that they had helped giving the man instructions to keep the girl safe. When all the people were gone Batman turned to the devil. “Who are you” Batman demanded. The man replied in a low gravelly voice “I'm Daredevil” he replied before turning and climbing up a nearby shipping container and running away.

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When Daredevil met Red Hood, the exchange was much less pleasant. All Red Hood had wanted to do was go on patrol, stop some crime and shoot some assholes. He was about to shoot an asshole that he had caught trying to break into Wayne Enterprise (of course it had to be WE) when a red stick knocked his gun from his hand. Another red stick flew towards the asshole and hit him in the head. “What the fuck?” he muttered. Thats when he was attacked from behind. He could feel the rage beginning to build up inside of him, but he shoved it down. He looked at his attacker who had a fist raised. It was a guy, dressed as a devil. “Red Hood” he said as he let go of Jason's shirt. “Who the hell are you?” Jason asked. “Blasphemy” the man only replied. “Your name is Blasphemy?” Jason asked. The man sighed. “I'm Daredevil” he said. “Why the fuck did you attack me” Jason asked. “I don't like guns” Daredevil replied flatly. “Yeah, well tough luck. You're in Gotham” Jason told him. Then he left.

He flipped on his communicator once he had gotten far enough away. “Hey Oracle, what can you tell me about a knockoff B calling himself Daredevil?” he asked her. “Not much” she said. “Nightwing found him in a dumpster a few weeks ago and he's had a run in with Batman and Robin but other than that he has been working pretty discreetly” she told him “Any idea where he came from” he asked. “No” Barbra replied. “it's like he just came out of nowhere”. “Thanks” Jason replied before turning off his comms again. This Daredevil guy was a mystery. Thankfully he knew a pretty good detective.

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Spoiler and Black Bat were out on patrol when they met Daredevil. They could see the man sitting on the edge of a building eating a pizza. Cass and Steph decided to say hi, so they swung over. “Hi” Steph said. The devil jumped slightly. The slight squeal that he let out was extremely endearing. He cleared his throat. “Hi” he replied. “I'm spoiler” she said “And this is Black Bat” she added, motioning to Cass. “Hi” Cass signed. Daredevil just tilted his head slightly. “I'm Daredevil” he said. “We know” Cass signed.

Cass found Daredevil interesting. The way he tilted his head, as if he was listening to something. He also showed no acknowledgement that he saw that she was using sign language. That plus the fact that he didn't look directly at them but rather in their general direction led her to conclude that he was blind.

Steph and Daredevil were talking, mostly about the rouges, when Cass tapped her on the shoulder. “He is blind” she signed. “How do you know” Steph signed back. “He does not look at our faces and he also is not acknowledging that we are signing to each other” Cass explained. Steph turned to talk to Daredevil, but he was gone. “Great” Steph sighed.

Jason walked into the police station. “Morning Gordon” he said. “Morning Jason” the commissioner replied. He walked the familiar halls to Dicks office. He didnt knock, he just opened the door. There he saw, his older brother lying face down on his desk. He could hear faint snores. Jason grinned. He went up to the desk and screamed. Dick jumped. “What the fuck was that for” Dick asked. “I need your help” he told him. He put the small file that he had created for Daredevil on the desk. Dick flipped through it. Ther wasn't much in the file, some pictures, some notes. “What's this for” Dick asked. “This man is an experienced vigilante” Jason explained. “He can lose a tail; he can fight, and he knows how to stay under the radar” “So” Dick asked. “Why me, why not Bruce” he asked. “Because there are no other vigilantes that match his description or fighting style, but he had to get his experience somewhere” Jason explained. “Again, why not Bruce” Dick asked. Jason sighed. “Because I trust you more than Bruce and you have access to city records” Jason said. “So, because I'm your favorite?” Dick asked. “No” Jason replied. “Thats basically what you said” Dick teased. “Goodbye” he said as he exited the office. “LOVE YOU TOO BABY BROTHER!”

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Dick was out on patrol. Kind of. He was half patrolling and half looking for this Daredevil guy. It was about one in the morning when he finally spotted the man. He was crouching on the edge of the roof of the Gotham City Library. He tilted his head as Dick approached. “It's good to see you not bleeding out in a dumpster for a change” Dick said. The man smiled. “Oddly enough you are not the first person to say that” he said. “That does not help with my concern” Dick told him as he sat down next to him. The devil changed to a sitting position. “So, to what do I owe the honor” he asked him. “Were curious” Dick admitted. “I mean you just show up, clearly experienced and good at what you do but we know nothing about you” he said. Dick went over the information from the file in his head. Catholic, uses boxing as well as mixed martial arts, uses billy clubs, does not like guns. Basically nothing. “Thats the whole point of the mask” the man told him. Dick sighed. They sat in silence for a bit before Dick spoke. “You do parkour?”

Doing parkour with Daredevil was a lot of fun. He was clearly good at it, being able to do complicated moves and flips. As they went, he noticed that Daredevil's fake Gothamite accent started to slip away, instead revealing a New Yorker one as he began to relax. They talked too. He told him about his experiences with The Rouges, the Joker's gang, Black Mask and Slade Wilson, who he apparently knew a mercenary like him named Wade Wilson. Daredevil in return talked about The Punisher, Kingpin, The Tracksuit Mafia and The Hand, who were basically a bunch of immortal ninjas. “I haven't heard of The Hand before” Dick told him. He shrugged. “They work in secrecy” he explained. They sat on the edge of a building to take a breather. “How did you get into the vigilante gig?” he asked him. Daredevil sighed and leaned back. “I couldn't just stand by anymore.” he said. “Not when I could hear people screaming for help. My dad wanted me to use my brains, not fists. Not like him but I was sick of it” he said. Dick nodded. “Your dad sounds like a nice guy” he said. Daredevil grimaced slightly. “He was”. “What happened to him” Dick asked. “He was killed when I was nine” he told him. “What about your mother?” he asked. “She left when I was young” he said. He let out a dry laugh. “I found out about her recently. It turns out that she was one of the nuns at the orphanage I went to after my dad died” Daredevil told him. “Wow. is it like a qualification for all vigilantes to have a fucked-up childhood?” he asked. “Probably” Daredevil told him. Then Daredevil tilted his head. “I have to go” he said. “It was nice talking to you” “you too” Dick replied. Then Daredevil, true to his name, jumped off the roof.

Dick met with Jason an hour later. He entered the abandoned dance studio which Jason had told him to come to. He could see his brother leaning against a doorframe. "I learned a bit more about Daredevil” he said. “Really?” Jason asked. “What?” Dick paused. “His mom was a nun, he grew up in a catholic orphanage, his dad died when he was nine and he is from New York” he said. “How did you learn that much” he asked. “We did parkour” Dick said with a shrug.

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Tim was not having the best day. He had slept in that morning, so he was late for school and then he found out that they were having a test that day that he had forgotten to study for, so he had to do some cramming at lunch and now here he was, bleeding out in an alleyway. His comms were broken due to the fact that one of the guys had smashed him in the head with a pipe. He sighed. He thought that when he died it would be awesome and heroic but no, he had to die because he was to sleep deprived and lost in his thoughts to notice that there had been five men, not two.

Matt was walking back to the shelter when he heard it. A heartbeat, slow and inconsistent. They were injured. He rushed down the alleyway and over to the person. They had been stabbed. At least five times. He hesitated for a moment before picking the man up. He held the man in a bridal style. He then carried the man through the alleys of Gotham before finding an empty warehouse. He put the man down and then reached into his backpack that held his suit and first aid supplies. He had gotten into the habit of bringing it everywhere he went after hearing someone steal money from one of the bags at the orphanage. He then began to clean the man up.

Tim woke in his bed in Wayne Manor. Had it all just been a dream? He lifted his shirt, which hurt so, probably not a dream, and saw that he had been stitched up. The stitching job wasn't neat, not like Alfred, it was a bit jagged. He got up and slowly walked to the kitchen. “Good morning, Master Tim” Alfred said. “Hey Alfred” he said. “How did I get here” he asked. “Daredevil” Alfred told him. “How?” he asked. “We do not know” he said. “Master Bruce awaits you in the cave” he added, and Tim was pretty sure he knew what this was about.

“How the actual fuck does this daredevil guy know where we live” Jason exclaimed. “I don't know” Bruce admitted. “But that is why we are trying to figure out who he is” he said. “Does anyone know anything?” he asked. “He knows how to disappear” Steph said. “He’s also not much of a talker” Tim added. “He is very experienced” Damian said. Jason scoffed. “He doesn't like guns” he said. “Also, he's catholic” “That makes sense, I mean he was raised by nuns” Dick said before he could stop himself. “How do you know that” Duke asked. “We had a talk” Dick replied. “Annnnd?” Steph asked. “He's from New York, but he is pretty good at hiding the accent, he likes to parkour, his mom was a nun who worked at the catholic orphanage where he lived after his dad died when he was nine. His dad was probably in a gang or something because he said that his dad wanted him to ‘use his brains not his fists’ and then said, ‘not like him’” Dick explained quickly. They were all silent for a moment until Steph spoke. “Cass thinks he's blind” she said which caused Jason to shout. “WHAT THE ACTUAL MOTHER FUCKING FUCK!”

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Jason was doing his routine patrol when he saw a group of four men sneaking up on a guy. He recognized the guy as the blind dude on the roof. ‘What the fuck?!’ he thought. ‘Are they seriously picking on a blind guy?!’. He was about to intervene when he saw the man grab a pipe and strike the first man across the face with it. The man collapsed to the ground, and he saw the roof guy smile menacingly. The smile unnerved him. The three remaining men tried to go at him, but roof guy fought them off expertly in only five minutes. When all four men were unconscious on the ground he stopped. He stood there just panting. He then wiped one of his blood covered hands under his nose, which was also now bleeding, before exiting the alleyway. Jason just sat there in shock. A blind man had just taken down four men, and it wasn't like the men were twigs or anything. Maybe he was a meta? With that Jason tried to follow him but he wasn't anywhere to be found.

a portal opened on the roof of a random building in the middle of Gotham. Two figures stepped out, one much taller than the other. The taller one wore a red and black suit with multiple guns in the belt around his waist, and he had two katanas strapped to his back. His mask had two nearly diamond shaped black spots with white circles in the middle of them for eyes. The shorter one also wore red, except his suit was accented with blue. There was a web pattern all over the red parts and there was a black spider logo on his chest. On his back was a red spider. His mask was red with the same webbing pattern as the rest of the suit. The eyes looked a bit like raindrops tilted a bit. Gotham was in for a surprise.

Steph was at the shelter when two people walked in. A man with blonde hair and brown eyes. He wore a grey hoodie and Pj pants covered in unicorns. On his feet were a pair of blue crocs and he carried a My Little Pony backpack on his back. The other person was a boy, or a teen to be more accurate. He looked to be about fifteen years old. He had chocolate brown hair that was ever so slightly curly, and he had big brown doe eyes. He wore a Superman T-Shirt with blue jeans. He had a pair of worn out Converse and on his wrists were two black bracelets. “Hi” she said. “Can I help you”

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Steph was volunteering at the shelter with Dick and Tim. They were helping serve food. They noticed that Steph smiled when she saw somebody. A man. Probably in his early thirties. He wore black sweatpants with a light grey T-Shirt. He had messy red hair, and he wore circular red glasses. Around his neck hung a rosary and he had a black backpack with him. “Good morning, Steph” the man said” “Good morning, Mike” she replied. Dicks eyes eagerly scanned the man. He was limping, trying to limit the amount of weight he was putting on his right leg. His knuckles were scabbed and bruised, as if he had been fighting. “These are my brothers Dick and Tim” she introduced. “Guys this is Mike. He’s new to the shelter”. “Pleasure to meet you” Dick said as he shook the man's hand. He had a firm grip, and his hands were calloused. “You too” he replied. Tim just gave a slight nod. “Hey” he said. The man nodded in return and then went to go eat his food. Once the man was out of earshot Dick turned to Steph and whispered. “He was limping” “He usually is injured” Steph said. “I think he's blind but I'm not sure” she said. “I mean he is able to walk around a room like normal” Tim raised a brow. “A catholic man who is probably blind but is still able to act normal and is often injured” Steph froze. “Shit” she said. She turned to where Mike had been a few minutes ago but he wasn't there. “Shit”

Jason was out on patrol. He was currently fighting some of Black Masks men, who had been trying to smuggle weapons, but he had underestimated the number of men. He thought there was ten but no, thirty-five was more accurate. There were guns firing everywhere and he was hiding behind a crate so that he wouldn't get killed when he heard something. Music. Firework, by Katy Perry to be exact. Suddenly the wall exploded, and a man came through. “BAYYYYBEEE YOUUUR A FIIIIIIIREWOOOOORKKKKKK!” he screamed along. They were then shot multiple times. Instead of dropping dead like he expected the guy just looked down at his chest. “Owie!” he said before drawing two katanas and slicing his way through the goons. Another guy came in and shot some sort of sticky string at one of the guys. He spun around in a circle before releasing the man sending him flying into more goons. Jason jumped into action. They managed to work their way through the crowd pretty quickly. When they finished, he turned to the strangers. “Who are you” he asked. “I'm Spider-Man and this is Deadpool” the shorter one said. “Thanks for the help, Spiderman” he said. “You're welcome” Spider-Man said. “Also, there's a hyphen” he added. Then Deadpool called out. “SPIDEYYYYYYYYY! HURRY UP!!! I WANNA KILL SOME BAD GUYS!!!” Spider-Man, with a hyphen waved goodbye to Jason before leaving

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Matt was on patrol, and something felt wrong. He had been out for three hours, and he only stopped three muggings, an assault and somebody trying to break into a Sleep Country. Why Sleep Country? There's shelters and stuff, you don't need to break into Sleep Country. His feeling turned out to be right as he heard a voice. He followed it to a warehouse. There were about twenty hostages on one side of the warehouse and one on the other. Based on his heartbeat he had to guess that it was Nightwing meaning that the person who was currently having a minor panic attack was probably Batman. “It's your choice Batsy” the voice said. “You choose one to go boom. The civvies or your little baby bird” while the person continued to give his villain monologue Matt quietly released the civilians before going to Nightwing. Before he could reach them, the guy spoke again. “Times up Batsy!” he said. “They both get to go boom!” He then was about to press the detonation buttons when suddenly someone came in and shot his hand. He dropped one of the detonators, but the other one still went off. Launching Matt and the unconscious bats across the room.

Bruce was thrown back by the explosion. He was stuck under some rubble trying to get free when suddenly the weight was gone. He looked up to see a masked person holding up the rubble. He offered a hand that he gratefully took. He saw the other masked guy helping up Dick. “Nightwing are you okay” he asked. Dick groaned. “Peachy” he said. The person that had helped him up snapped his head towards where the civilians had been before the explosion. He rushed over and picked up the debris. Under the debris was Daredevil. “Matt” he said. Was that Daredevil’s real name? Daredevil groaned and the masked person helped him up. Daredevil raised his hand and snapped beside his ear. He snapped again. “IS EVERYONE OKAY” he asked. “Why are you yelling?” Dick asked. “Ear damage” the guy said. “Umm do you think we could hitch a ride with you” he asked hesitantly. Bruce hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Come with me”

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Tim was pacing the Batcave. He had given up on trying to reach Batman about an hour ago. Duke, Damian, Steph, Jason and Cass all sat, waiting. Thats when they heard the Batmobile. The car stopped and a guy wearing a red and blue suit stepped out, supporting Daredevil. Bruce also got out of the car and another guy wearing a red and black suit got out as well. “Hey Deadpool” Jason said. “Hiya” Deadpool replied. “Father, why are you bringing strangers back to the cave?” Damian asked. “Because they need help” he said. He turned to Dick. “Can you take Daredevil to get patched up” he asked him. Dick nodded and the red and blue guy transferred Daredevil to Dick who then led him out. “Who are you” Steph asked them. The red and blue guy took off his mask revealing the kid from the shelter. “I'm Peter-Man, I mean Spider-Parker, I'm Spider Man, with a hyphen. Or Peter Parker, either works” he said. “I'm Deadpool” the other guy said. “Or Wade Wilson” he paused to think for a moment. “Hot stuff works too” Spider-Man sighed. “So where are you from” Tim asked. “It's a long story”

Dick had a lot of trouble guiding Daredevil up the stairs. Maybe he was actually blind. “Hey Alfred, can we get a little help here?” he asked. Alfred came over and helped Dick put the vigilante onto a bed. Alfred patched him up. Dick saw that he had scars. A lot. All over his torso. When Alfred was done, he took off the vigilante's mask revealing a head of red hair. It was Mike. Alfred tried to check for a concussion using a flashlight but frowned when he saw that there was no light response. Alfred tried again. “It seems that Daredevil is indeed blind” Alfred said. Dick nodded. “I'll go tell the others" He told him. “You need medical attention” Alfred stated. “I'll be okay for a few more minutes” he said. He went back down to the Batcave and saw that everyone was staring at the two strange vigilantes. “What did I miss?”

Matt woke up about seven hours later. He slowly got out of the unfamiliar bed and went to the door. There was multiple heartbeats in the house. All of them on what he assumed was the main floor. He slowly made his way down.

They were all eating breakfast together, something that doesn't happen often, when Damian heard footsteps. He saw an unfamiliar man in the entrance to the kitchen. His eyes were unfocused, and he appeared to be injured but Damian could tell by the way he held himself that he was a warrior. “Peter? Wade?” he asked. “Hey Double D” Peter said. “How are you here” he asked them. “I built an interdimensional portal” he told him. The strange man just blinked. Thats when Alfred entered. “Daredevil, I am glad to see that you are doing better” he said. “Matt” he said. “Call me Matt” “Hungry?” Dick asked. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. He then went over to one of the empty chairs. He felt it briefly before sitting down. “So, are you blind?” Tim asked. Stephanie elbowed him in the ribs. “Yes” Matt told them. “How does that work” he asked. “All my other senses are enhanced” he told Tim. “So, you're a meta?” Duke asked. “Mutate” he told him. “Or enhanced” he added. “Mutate?” Dick asked. “Where I'm from anyone with inhuman abilities are called enhanced. There are a few types, mutants, who are people with the x gene, mutates, who get their powers through some sort of accident and aliens who are aliens” he explained. “that's complicated” Steph said. “How did you get your powers” Tim asked. Matt paused for a moment before speaking. “When I was nine I was involved in a chemical spill. It blinded me but also gave me enhanced senses” he said. Thats when Jason came in. “Hey, your rooftop guy”

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After dinner the family had all returned to their daily life leaving Team Red somewhat uncertain about what to do. Okay, Wade had decided pretty quickly that he wanted to look at the weapons in the Batcave and Peter and Tim were nerding out together. Matt just wandered until he eventually came across a gym. There was all sorts of equipment for training, including a punching bag. Matt took off the glasses and sweater that he was wearing. He wrapped his hands as he had done multiple times before turning to the bag. Boxing relaxed him. It helped him take his mind off of things. As he punched, he allowed himself to grieve. To grieve for Foggy, for Karen, for his mother, for Hell's Kitchen, for Frank. He really missed Frank. He missed their patrols together, he missed his laugh, he missed the scent of gun powder, blood, oil and leather that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. The anger spilled out of him from being held in for so long. His blows becoming more and more aggressive.

Jason could hear the sounds of flesh against leather as he walked down the hallway. He went over to the entryway of the training room where he saw Matt. The man was beating the shit out of the punching bag, each blow becoming stronger than the last. It unsettled him how emotionless the man's eyes were. Like he was dead. “What did the punching bag ever do to you?” Jason asked. Matt stopped, breathing heavily. “Training” he said. “Nice” Jason said. “So, what do you do” he asked. “Like in your dimension” the man sighed. “I'm a lawyer” he said. “I have a small law firm with my friends Karen and Foggy” he told him. “Anything else you do?” he asked. “No” Matt told him. “Daredevil takes up a lot of time” “Yeah” Jason said. “Where did you train?” he asked Matt. “A blind old man named Stick” he told him. “Was he a good teacher?” Jason asked. Matt snorted. “No. He didn't even care” Jason decided to pry. “Why did he train you then?” he asked. “He wanted a soldier” Matt told him. “For some sort of bull shit war. Decided that I wasn't worth it and left” he told him. “I'm sorry” he said. “Let's spar” Jason said. “Best out of three” the man grinned. “You're on”