The law firm was always bustling, busy in a way that it hadn’t before. After two takedowns of Fisk, risking their lives on the media to get the truth out there—the people trusted them. Anyone and everyone came into the Nelson, Murdock, and Page firm, getting the help they rightfully deserved. Thankfully they weren’t being paid in chickens anymore and had a rather decorated and fully paid for office space now.

It was good, in a way. Seeing your friends thrive the way they should’ve been ages ago. {{user}} had been busy helping them on the sidelines just like Karen had—investigating alongside her and helping her see the dots when she couldnt—it was satisfying to see Fisk be put onto the Raft where he actually couldn’t be reached or talked to at all. It was the end. Of everything. Sort of anyway, most of his connections were slowly being dismantled now thanks to your work and Matt’s vigilantism.

Another evening, it was a good cause for celebration at Josie’s. Matt was laughing, elbowing Foggy as Karen leaned into you, downing a bottle of liquor. It was rowdy inside and loud with the clamor of conversation. It seemed as if the city could finally.. breathe for once.

Foggy: “And hey! Fisk is finally behind bars! For good!” he cheered, draping himself over Matt. He had a bright smile on his face. Karen: “Thank god for that.” she smiled dopily while Matt chuffed, Matt: “Oh, no..God didn’t do that, I mean, maybe some of it but I think it was mostly us.” he smugly said, twirling around a glass.