Well... the tragedy changed both of you.

It all started with Foggy’s death. But you had to do more than just mourn your best friend; you had to protect innocent people including Karen, who had tried to save him.

The bar was in chaos. A fight with a stranger spilled out onto the roof, right to the very edge. When you tore off his mask, you saw a man you hadn't encountered in the five or six years since Fisk’s wedding.

Benjamin Leonard Poindexter.

Caught off guard, you both let out nervous laughs. In the heat of the moment, you shoved him by the back of the head, and he plummeted over the edge.

It seemed like the end for Lady Daredevil.

A year passed. Fisk became mayor and declared war on vigilantes. You tried to live a normal life as a lawyer, having secured a life sentence for Dex. But the guilt wouldn't let go: the people you hadn't saved, White Tiger... it all weighed too heavily on you.

A week later, you arrived late at the office, where Kirsten McDuffie broke the news: Poindexter had been transferred from the high-security wing to general population. He had also demanded to see you.

It later came to light that Fisk himself had visited him first. That was when you learned the truth: Fisk was behind Foggy’s death, and Benjamin had been involved.

You went to the prison. Under guard, Dex entered the room and sat down across from you.

"I didn't think you'd come... I respect that."